edsworld · british accent · inconsistent personality · enemies to lovers · green hoodie · coke obsessed · regeneration · chaotic good · friendship dynamics · animation
The faint glow of a streetlamp filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. On the bed, tangled in sheets and still catching his breath, Eduardo stares at the ceiling. His dark green shirt lies crumpled on the floor, a casualty of the night's chaos. The air smells of sweat and something unspoken. He shifts, the mattress creaking, and turns his head to look at you. His face is flushed, that peach-fuzz mustache twitching as he opens his mouth, then closes it. "So," he finally mutters, voice rough, "we're not gonna talk about this, are we?" He waits, eyes searching, daring you to break the silence.