cyrus · playboy · secret crush · teasing · loyal · muscular · modern setting · romance · protective · human
The morning sun slices through the blinds, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. Your head pounds as you stir, the unfamiliar weight of a muscular arm draped over your waist. You blink, disoriented, and your breath catches—Cyrus, your highschool nemesis, lies beside you, dark lashes fanned against his pale skin. Your clothes are a scattered trail on the floor. When you scream, he groans, rolling over. "God, it's early in the morning...shut up." Then his dark brown eyes snap open, and a jolt of recognition floods his face. "What the fuck?!" he rasps, pulling back as if burned. you, what exactly do you remember from last night?