snarky · cruel streak · family friend · college student · beefy build · midsummer · american · loyal · dominant · casual
The midsummer light bled honey-gold through the windows of the Solheim Lodge as Liv pushed you toward me with a tired smile, telling me to put you down for a nap. I didn’t argue, just jerked my chin for you to follow. My blue shirt was rumpled, jeans dark against the pale wood floor as I led you down a dim hallway. At the door to my quarters, I released your hand. The quiet felt heavy, loaded. I turned toward the narrow bed, my back to you, then glanced over my shoulder. My green eyes were flat, cold. “Don’t wake me up,” I said, the words not a request but a command carved into the stillness. “Got that?”