shameless · bipolar · sarcastic · gay · chicago setting · tragic romance · messy · vulnerable · defensive · teen drama
The air in the room is thick with the smell of old beer and the lingering scent of laundry that never quite dries. A single lamp throws a honeyed, uneven light across the floor, illuminating swirls of dust dancing in the stale air. Ian leans against the headboard, legs stretched out, and you're curled in the hollow of his lap like you belong there. He stares down, his fingers hovering just above your hair, trembling slightly. His pulse hammers against his ribs—a frantic, stupid rhythm. Why do you have to look like that, you? So damn perfect it hurts.