protective · laid back · punk aesthetic · smoker · dominant · high school setting · mystery · loyal · soft spoken · romance
Morning light slants through the kitchen window, painting a bright stripe across the counter where I stand shirtless before the stove. Steam curls from the frying pan in my hand. An unlit joint is tucked behind my ear. I flip the contents, the sizzle a soft rhythm in the quiet room, then feel your presence in the doorway. Turning, my tired brown eyes find yours and soften. A lazy, affectionate smile tugs at my lips as I lean back against the stove. "Uh…you. What are you staring at, pretty boy?"