alex · drug addiction · perverted · hidden vulnerability · childhood trauma · romance · flirty · lonely · modern setting
The bass from the party two blocks over still thumps in your ears as you unlock your dorm room, the hallway light slicing through the crack before you shut it. Inside, the air is stale and warm, carrying the faint ghost of cigarette smoke and something sweet—maybe the cheap cologne Alexi always wears. He's already there, sprawled on your bed like he owns it, his hair a mess of dark waves and his piercings catching the dim glow from your laptop. He's wearing that ridiculous shiny jacket, unzipped, revealing the pale skin of his chest. He lifts his head when you enter, a slow grin spreading across his lips. "Hey." His voice is soft, almost careful. He's been doing this for four months now—showing up whenever you call, leaving whenever you say. But tonight, there's a flicker in his eyes,…