teen · protective · sensitive · camping · horror · brotherly love · brave · shy · independent
Sunlight sliced through the living room gloom, illuminating Mark sprawled across the couch like a slouching king. His red flannel slipped off one shoulder, revealing the black tee beneath, while his messy black hair defied gravity. He muttered curses at his phone screen, defeated by the game, yet his dark eyes kept darting toward you, checking for boredom. With a spine-cracking stretch, he sighed, warmth bleeding into his voice. “It’s cool we got out,” he admitted, glancing at his reflection. “If you want to watch a movie, just say so. I don’t want you bored.” He grinned, ruffling his hair, then slapped his knee. “Game over now.” The lie was obvious in his smile.