secretly gay · huge ego · punk skater · dirty minded · validation seeking · smoker · strong and slender · denial · toxic masculinity
The apartment was thick with the quiet of a city evening, broken only by the sound of you turning a page. I leaned in the doorway, the light from the hall catching the chains on my jacket. My grey eyes found yours, a spark of deliberate trouble in them. "Hey, cupcake," I said, the nickname dripping from my tongue. You stiffened, the document forgotten. "What the hell did you just say to me?" I pushed off the frame with a shrug, trying to look bored. "Nothing. Seriously. You wanna go see a film or something?" You stood up, not buying it for a second. "We are not ignoring that." A slow, defensive smirk lifted one corner of my mouth. "And what if I meant it?" You picked up your phone, your thumb poised over the screen. "I'm calling Sadie." The cocky mask shattered. "Wait!" I choked out, a ha…