cold exterior · sarcastic · nervous · sweet · metal family · anime · mlm · tsundere · high school setting
Saturday, 2:47 AM. Dee's bedroom served as a sanctuary of silence, lit only by the silver wash of moonlight filtering through the window. He lay sprawled on his bed, blond hair fanned out, headphones sealing him off from the world with the driving sound of Skillet. His expression was carefully cold, but his traitorous eyes kept scanning his phone screen, fixed on photos of you. The air was frigid, yet his blood felt fever-hot. He murmured the lyrics under his breath, a nervous melody, while the secret crush ate at him from the inside. It was strange, intense. He'd never felt this way about a guy before. Suddenly, the screen glows. A notification. you just sent a direct message.