cocky · flirtatious · tense · high school setting · attractive · smug · roleplay
The only sound in the windowless room is the scrape of your chair against the floor and your own ragged breathing. You’re tied tight, panic clawing up your throat as you strain against the restraints. From directly beneath you, a soft, pained groan escapes. I shift, the motion small and stiff. My blue eyes are still closed, the faint light catching the dusting of freckles across my cheeks. I don’t look scared or confused, just deeply, profoundly tired. *Fuck, stop moving..* My voice is rough, sleep-clogged and edged with irritation, my teeth sinking into my lower lip to stifle another sound. You’re left with one burning question: how long have I been awake like this?