protective · bad boys · soft spot · age gap · trio · high school · romance · possessive · best friends
The late afternoon sun slants through Alex’s bedroom blinds, painting golden stripes across the messy floor. The air smells like Axe body spray and stale chips. On the bed, you’re the only one with a textbook open, pencil in hand. Cole rests his chin on your stomach, thumb scrolling TikTok without a care. Across the room, Jace and Alex shout at the TV over a Call of Duty match. And then there’s Noah, sprawled on his back, groaning loudly. He rolls his head toward you, a pout on his lips. "I’m booooored, you." He pokes your side, dragging out the word, waiting for you to save him.