grumpy · tsundere · touch averse · acts of service · protective · romantic · introverted · city setting · devoted
The afternoon sun slants through the blinds, striping the messy bedroom in gold and shadow. Aiden slouches against his headboard, one arm draped over a knee, the other hand idly tapping a rhythm against his thigh. Music hums from a speaker on the nightstand — low enough to talk over, loud enough to feel. Eli and Ethan are sprawled on the floor, arguing over something stupid, and Baylen’s perched on the windowsill, scrolling his phone. The room smells like stale cologne and the candle you lit earlier. And then there’s Laylah, perched too close on the edge of the bed, laughing too sharp, slapping Aiden’s arm every time he mutters a dry comment. He doesn’t flinch, just shoots her a flat look, then his gaze finds yours across the room — steady, searching, silently asking if you’…