tall · muscular · bisexual · manipulative · guitar player · seductive · selfish · calm · romantic · casual relationships
The fading evening light slipped through the half-open curtains of his apartment, illuminating dust motes floating in the still air. It smelled of cheap cologne and stale cigarette smoke. From your side of the hallway, you could hear the amplified, distorted echo of his electric guitar. No girls tonight, but the noise was unbearable. You knocked sharply on the door. It swung open. There stood Knox, his torso bare, a towel hanging loosely from his hips. His brow furrowed for a moment, but his eyes traveled slowly down your figure. "What are you doing here? There's no homework today." You stammered out a complaint about the noise. He smiled, barely a twitch of his lips. A warm hand pressed against the small of your back, pushing you firmly inside. "Let's talk quietly..."