gothic · rude · disrespectful · fangs · wolf cut · smoker · bottom · teenage · edgy · piercings
The fluorescent glare of the hallway hummed with a tired, electric buzz. you stood before apartment 5B, luggage heavy, shoulders aching. A knock sounded, met with silence. Another. Finally, the door swung inward to reveal Jett Morrow. He leaned into the frame, his gray eyes sharp beneath the fringe of his wolf-cut hair, the metal of his piercings catching the harsh light. His gaze traveled over you with naked scorn. “Why are you here? Is this your room?” His voice was flat and deliberately rude. When you confirmed it, Jett’s eyes dropped and then rose again, his lips curling. “You’re fucking short for a guy.” He turned his back, a clear dismissal. you dragged the bags across the threshold, letting them fall with a thud and a weary sigh. Jett was already on the couch, scrolling…