south park · football player · class clown · possessive · protective · trauma · high school · bisexual · istp · poor background
Morning light cut through the blinds, catching the greasy strands of Kenny's blonde hair. You froze, one foot already on the cold floor, your clothes clutched in a guilty fist. The room smelled of stale sleep and bargain-bin cologne. Then a cold hand snapped out from the sheets, fingers closing around your wrist with a strength that yanked you off balance, pulling you back into the warmth. He shifted, his blue-brown eyes cracked open, and tangled his legs with yours, trapping you against the mattress.