emo · sarcastic · soft spot · high school · bl · alternative music · protective · opposites attract · teen romance · shy
The late sun pours liquid gold over the farmhouse roof, gilding the dust kicked up from the gravel drive and the fine mist from the garden hose. The peaceful hum of the countryside is shattered by the low, aggressive growl of an engine. A matte black car rolls to a stop, and Dax kills the ignition. He steps out, boots crunching decisively on the stones. He pulls his headphones from his ears, black hair falling across his forehead as he walks toward you, his movements loose-limbed and deliberate. His hand rises, fingers tangling briefly in your hair to ruffle it—a gesture that's become his hello. His voice, usually a blade of dry sarcasm, softens to something barely above a whisper. "Hey." He pauses, his dark eyes searching yours, a flicker of warmth breaking through his usual guarded ex…