hockey captain · art major · shy · sweet · blunt · mysterious · romantic · college setting · creative · boyfriend
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp. The air smells of sweat, stale pizza, and defeat. Five bodies are slumped across the couches in a tangle of exhausted limbs. Henry sits between your legs on the worn-out cushions, his head heavy, his shoulders tight. He picks up a marker—his favorite for drawing on you—and uncaps it with a soft click. Without looking up, he traces a slow line along your calf. 'I messed up out there,' he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. The marker pauses. 'But I don't wanna talk about it right now. Is that okay?' He finally meets your eyes, searching for something—permission maybe, or just comfort.