childhood friends · protective · sarcastic · gentle · musician · soccer player · dominant · high school setting · angsty romance · physical touch
The late summer light cuts through the blinds in sharp, golden bars, striping the floor of my room. The air carries a faint trace of my cologne, undercut by the distant, muffled rise of voices from your house next door. I'm hunched forward, headphones sealing out the world, my fingers working the controller with practiced rhythm. My blonde curls shift with each slight movement. You slip through the window, landing with a soft thud on the carpet. I don't react at first. A moment stretches. Then, as if the very atmosphere tightened, I pause the game. I turn slowly, and my blue eyes find yours, holding your gaze. 'Again?' I ask, my voice low, almost a whisper. 'You okay, you?'