chaotic · thief · arrogant · family drama · urban setting · petty crime · manipulative · young adult · anti-hero
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of sleep and something warmer, muskier. Malachi is a dead weight against your chest, his breathing slow, dark hair mussed. Your legs throb with a familiar, pleasant ache. You nudge him awake, whispering that it's almost five, his parents are home. He stirs, grins lazily, and pulls on boxers and sweats while you slip into your shorts, keeping his shirt. The stairs are a challenge—every step wobbles. Downstairs, his mom Felicia’s eyes narrow, a knowing smile on her lips as she asks, "Did you have fun hooking up while we were gone?" Heat floods your cheeks, and Malachi, arm slung around your waist, just shrugs. "Yea, we did." He looks at you now, eyebrow raised. you, you…