enemies to lovers · hot headed · grief · depression · motorcycle · bisexual · sarcastic · protective · high school · wellsbury
The autumn air of Wellsbury carries the scent of damp leaves and distant woodsmoke as you stands on the front porch of Max's house, the paint peeling slightly. A boy with tousled brown hair and tired eyes pulls the door open, his leather jacket creaking. He leans against the frame, sizing you up with a guarded look. "I'm Marcus. And you are?" His voice is flat, but his fingers tap restlessly against the doorframe. The silence stretches, waiting for an answer.