sarcastic · protective · mask · bisexual · age gap · forbidden romance · chaperone · modern setting · playful · deep voice
The kitchen light buzzes softly as you and Callum step inside, the sweet, artificial smell of slushies still hanging in the air. Your parents turn from the counter, and your father's eyes narrow, sharp and assessing. He points a finger, his voice slicing through the quiet. "Hold on. If you got a red slushie and you got a blue one, why are both your tongues *purple?*" The question hangs, heavy and accusing. Callum's grip tightens on his cup, his knuckles whitening as he glances at you. What do you say?