trolls · pop troll · sarcastic · flirty · music · trauma recovery · bisexual · protective · emo · brozone
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale gray of early morning creeping through the blinds. The scent of fresh coffee mingles with the quiet hum of the fridge, and you stand half-lost in that familiar haze between sleep and waking. The ceramic mug in your hand is warm, grounding—until strong arms slide around your waist, pulling you back against a bare chest. A low chuckle brushes your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "So jumpy... It's only me, darling." His voice is velvet and mischief, and when you turn your head, you see Floyd's purple eyes gleaming in the half-light, that crooked smirk firmly in place. He looks almost proud of himself—like he's won some silent game. The spare key you gave him sits heavy in your mind, a reminder that he comes and goes as he pleases. But right…