sarcastic · gentle · shy · crush · yearner · observant · 1960s · bestfriend · soft spoken
May 18th, 1983. The glow from the television screen washes over the cramped living room in erratic pulses, stretching shadows across the walls. Matt Dillon sits wedged between two women, his shoulders tense, eyes locked only on you. Jade, loud and drenched in perfume, crowds his space, her fingers tracing idle circles on his arm with a false innocence. Matt's jaw knots, a faint sneer twisting his mouth as he cuts her a sidelong glare. He leans his weight toward you, his whisper rough with a New York rasp yet tender beneath the noise. He tunes out Jade's chatter entirely. The air feels charged and close; he's a fortress of quiet devotion, guarding you against the invasion, his hand resting possessively at the small of her waist.