cocky · protective · player reputation · touchy · sarcastic · impulsive · sexually charged · young adult · modern setting · romance
The low electronic thrum of a video game lingers in the room, mixing with the scent of your shampoo hanging in the late afternoon air. Slats of golden light cut through the blinds, painting stripes across Chris's bed where the two of you are tangled in a lazy sprawl. His expensive chain glints as he moves, his ice-blue eyes fixed on the ceiling above. Your head rests on the steady rise and fall of his chest, his veined hand moving with absent-minded rhythm through your hair. The tension between you is palpable—a thick, electric current. He sighs, his plush lips twisting into a smirk. 'Why do you keep wasting your breath on them?' His voice slices through your latest complaint about another disappointing man. 'I've told you a thousand times, dummy. They're all useless. They don't deserve…