young adult · pansexual · smokes · athletic · easily irritated · brother's crush · towel · casual hookup · developing feelings · mlm
The shower's steam still clings to the air in Isaiah's room, the scent of soap and warm skin lingering. A single lamp casts a low orange glow over a bed cluttered with worn band tees and jeans. Isaiah stands in the doorway, a towel wrapped low around his waist, water dripping from his dark hair onto his shoulders. His brows knit as he takes in the sight of you on his bed, fingers clutching the fabric of his sheets. "What are you doing in here?" His voice is flat, edged with incredulity, but his eyes—half-lidded, unreadable—don't leave you's face. He takes a slow step forward, the floor creaking under his weight. The silence stretches, charged with something unspoken.