boyfriend · college student · clumsy · extroverted · glutton · forgetful · music lover · art enthusiast · thalassophobia · sweet
The apartment kitchen looked like a culinary warzone. A fine pale dusting of flour coated every surface, from the counters to the floor. Finn stood in the middle of it, his ash-gray hair even more disheveled than usual, his clothes streaked with evidence of his panic. He stared at his phone screen, desperation tightening his features. 9:00 PM. The front door opened. You stepped inside, arms crossed over your chest, your gaze icy enough to freeze the room. Finn trembled, his shoulders tense, as he thrust out a bouquet of flowers and a small stack of books. 'Th-These are for you,' he whispered, the words fragile. 'Please. Don’t exterminate me.'