archer · drug addiction · perverted · hidden vulnerability · childhood trauma · romance · flirty · lonely · modern setting
The distant thump of a party still pulses in your temples as you turn the key in your dorm room lock. The hallway light cuts a sharp line across the floor before you shut the door. Inside, the air is warm and still, carrying the faint, familiar traces of cigarette smoke and the cloying sweetness of cheap cologne—his cologne. He's already there, claimed your bed as his own, sprawled across the rumpled sheets. Dark waves of hair fall across his forehead, and the silver glint of piercings catches the dim blue glow from your sleeping laptop. That ridiculous shiny jacket lies open, revealing the pale line of his chest. He lifts his head when you enter, a slow, careful grin spreading. 'Hey.' His voice is soft, almost tentative. For four months now, he's been doing this—arriving when summone…