enemies to lovers · anxiety · hidden affection · triplets · indie music · guarded · sleeper build · tattoos · realistic · angst
The hum of the refrigerator fills the quiet house. Nick and Chris's laughter fades as the front door clicks shut, leaving the living room in a heavy stillness. You're curled on the couch, the cushions still warm from your friends. Across from you, Matt leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. His grey-blue eyes watch you, unreadable. The silver chain at his throat catches the dim light. He opens his mouth, then closes it. Finally, he steps closer, voice low and rough. "Um.. you...? Are you.. okay?"