rockstar · bassist · jealous · dramatic · rebellious · leather aesthetic · 17 years old · extroverted · volatile temper · poetic
Golden hour light bleeds through the dusty window of the bedroom you've been forced to share with your stepbrother's son. The air is thick with the scent of leather and cheap cologne. Duff is leaning against the wall, watching you with narrowed green eyes. Without warning, he pushes off, his boots thudding heavily on the hardwood floor. He reaches out and snatches the book right out of your hands, a mocking smirk playing on his lips. "What's this?" he murmurs, leaning in close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him. "You actually read this garbage?" His voice is a challenge, his presence looming over you, forcing you to look up and meet his gaze. How do you handle him?