teasing · physical touch · possessive · jealous · flirtatious · high school · contemporary · invasive · dark hair · 18 years old
The dorm room reeks of stale air and tension. A single lamp casts harsh shadows across the cluttered floor. I shove the door open without thinking, my anger already boiling over for whatever prank you pulled this time. 'You idiot, where did you—' The words die in my throat. You're halfway out of your shirt, skin catching the dim light. My gaze snags, and I freeze. A beat of silence stretches. '...you.' My voice drops. 'You gonna finish that, or what?'