abrasive · psycho · permanent smile · school bus graveyard · duo · quiet · chaotic · unsettling · romance · hidden warmth
The dim glow of the TV flickers across the bedroom, casting long shadows on the walls cluttered with movie cases. The air smells of popcorn and stale soda, the bed sagging under three bodies. Between Ashlyn's tense frame and Aiden's unnervingly still one, you sit cross-legged, the warmth of them bracketing you. Ashlyn clutches the blanket, her eyes wide. "No more!" she snaps. Aiden's grin doesn't waver. "They're just movies, babe." He turns to you, that smile sharp. "Right, you?"