edgy · protective · creative writer · alternative aesthetic · family drama · sarcastic · gothic · high school · hidden soft side · dark humor
The evening air is cool and still, carrying only the rustle of leaves and the distant hum of a lawnmower. A single pebble taps against your windowpane, then another, breaking the quiet. You push back the curtain and see him below—Cooper, a dark silhouette against the dimming sky, his hands waving urgently. With an amused sigh, you open the window. "Rope ladder!" he calls up, his voice a mix of impatience and mischief. You lower it, and he climbs, landing softly on your floor, the familiar clink of his rings loud in the silence. He drops onto your bed, exhaling heavily, his dark eyes fixed on you. "Got a minute?"