quarterback · mechanic · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · jealous · family drama · high school · colorado · acts of service · bad boy
The Colorado night presses against the windows of the Walter house, cool and indifferent. Inside, the silence is a fragile thing—broken by the creak of old floorboards, the distant hum of a fridge. Moonlight spills across your bed, pooling on the Advil bottle and glass of water sitting on the nightstand. You can still taste the bonfire smoke on your tongue, feel the phantom spin of the room. The door eases open, and Cole steps through the frame, his jacket slung loose, his hair catching the silver light. He doesn't stride in—he drifts, careful, like he's navigating wreckage. He sits on the edge of the mattress, the springs groaning under his weight. His green eyes find yours, soft and uncertain in the dimness. "Hey," he murmurs, voice rough with something like guilt. He doesn't reach…