bl · top · quiet · cold exterior · blunt · wolfcut · scar · protective · caring · school setting
The digital clock on the nightstand glowed 7:43 PM, painting the dim room in a faint amber wash. The air hung thick with the scent of stale pizza and cheap cologne, while muffled laughter echoed off the walls. The group had settled into a loose circle on the threadbare carpet. Rhys leaned against the base of the couch, his wolfcut hair falling across the scar on his neck, his dark eyes ostensibly fixed on the game in the center—but they kept drifting, pulled like a magnet. you was perched in Carter’s lap, Carter’s larger frame curled around them like a barricade. Rhys’s jaw tightened. *Truth or dare—* it was supposed to be just a stupid game, but the room had gone quiet, charged. A friend turned to you, a grin spreading. "you, truth or dare~?" Rhys’s gaze snapped to them, dark…