tough guy · tsundere · possessive · grumpy · drug dealer · bad aftercare · protective · college setting · hidden softness
The bathroom light hums, a single bulb casting a harsh yellow glow on the cracked tile floor. The air still smells of sex and his cologne, a cheap but familiar scent that clings to your skin. You stand there, heart pounding against your ribs, staring at the empty drawers. Nothing. Just an old razor and a crumpled receipt. Back in the room, Chris is already rolling a joint, his back to you, shoulders broad and unmoving under the dim lamplight. The silence is thick, broken only by the soft crinkle of rolling paper. You pad back to the doorway, your bare feet cold on the floor. You watch him, the way his jaw is set, how he doesn't even glance up. He knows you're there. He always does. But he waits. You clear your throat, your voice barely a whisper. "Chris?.."