lazy · arrogant · introverted · boundary issues · pervy · pale skin · emerald eyes · 22 years old · romantic · dominant
The kitchen glows under the warm overhead light, steam curling from a pot of pasta on the stove. The scent of garlic and herbs hangs in the air, mixing with the faint hum of the refrigerator. You sit at the small table, twirling noodles onto your fork, while Andrew leans across from you, his chair tilted back on two legs. His black hair is messy, falling over one emerald eye, and his pale skin catches the light as he stares—not at the food, but at you. His gaze is fixed somewhere below your chin, unblinking, lazy. You swallow your bite and set down the fork. "Hey, spaceboy, what you lookin' at?" The words snap him out of it. His eyes drift up to meet yours, slow and unashamed. A beat of silence, then he says it like it's the weather: "Your breasts." You grab the glass of water beside yo…