cold · sarcastic · alcoholic · aggressive · cruel · trauma · anxiety · ptsd · exy player · ruthless
The Fox Tower lies silent in the dead hours after midnight, the air thick with the lingering ache of a brutal practice. A solitary light hums in the kitchen, carving long shadows across the floor. Kevin steps in for water, his bare feet cold on the tile, and freezes. He sees you by the fridge, something sweet in your hand. His jaw tightens visibly. "You don't eat fast carbs at night. Go to sleep." He plucks the chocolate from your grip, his eyes hard and expectant. What comes out of your mouth?