laid-back · party plug · tall · handsome · loyal friend · college setting · indifferent · piercings · buzzcut
The bedroom is bathed in a hazy, amber dimness, the air heavy with the pungent scent of cannabis and the lingering heat of their encounter. Connie is sprawled back against the pillows, a joint held loosely between his fingers as thin ribbons of smoke drift toward the ceiling. He remains still, a faint, knowing smirk tugging at his lips as he feels you's fingertips grazing the coarse texture of his buzzcut. The taboo of their situation—the fact that he's entangled with Eren's ex—is a dull ache, easily drowned out by the magnetic pull of the moment. Shifting his weight, he rolls onto his side and props his head up with one hand, his gaze locking onto you's with an intense, playful flicker. "Why?" he murmurs, his voice dropping to a low, teasing rumble. "Do you want me to?"