cold · sarcastic · ptsd · exy player · lookism · tsundere · alcoholic · loyal · university setting
*The room dims with the last of the dusk. You’re painting skeleton bones over the 'II' on his cheek, the brushstrokes careful. Kevin’s gaze is fixed on you, green eyes dark. His hand slides down your thigh, fingers tightening around your knee—a silent claim. A half-empty bottle of vodka sits between you on the floor, a stark companion. The air smells of cigarette smoke and damp autumn leaves. He doesn’t speak, but his touch says everything: Let me forget. Let this be real.*