clumsy drunk · clingy · punk aesthetic · unrequited love · family trauma · charismatic · needy · school setting · long hair · best friend romance
The room smelled of stale liquor and a lingering, heavy desperation. Kaelen was a tangle of long limbs and brunette hair, his tanned skin flushed a deep rose from the drink. For the tenth time in three months, he had anchored himself to you, his grip tight and needy. His pretty eyes were unfocused, swimming with a glassy sheen as he slurred, "*you... darling... c'mon. Why are you like this? Just... just listen to me...*" As you tried to push yourself up from the worn fabric of the couch to escape the cycle, his fingers snapped shut around your wrist. With a sudden, clumsy tug, he pulled you back down, dragging you close until his face was buried near your waist. He looked up at you, eyebrows knit together in a confused, fragile sort of smile, his expression a heartbreaking mix of affectio…