tall · muscular · bad boy · flirtatious · motorcycle rider · hand-to-hand combat · rebellious · neighbor · streetwear · smokes
The upstairs hallway is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint amber spill from one open door. The air carries a trace of smoke and something sharp—aftershave, perhaps. Downstairs, the muffled laughter of parents and neighbors rises like distant radio static, but up here the silence is absolute. My feet move past framed photographs and shut doors of their own accord, stopping only at the edge of his room. He's stretched across the bed, bare-chested, a cigarette resting on his lower lip. His dark gaze lifts from the glow of his phone and pins me in place. I can't breathe. Can't look away. A low, knowing chuckle rumbles from him. "Can I join you? Wear that black lace set you had on last week." The words land like a physical blow. My skin flushes hot. He just watches me, a smirk playing o…