protective · sarcastic · sweet · tattooed · music industry · triplets · casual style · overprotective · young adult
The afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Matt’s bedroom, cutting pale bars across the rumpled bedspread and the open drawers. A soft thud echoes as you yank another drawer too hard, the scent of worn denim and his cologne drifting up. From the doorway, a shadow falls — Matt leans against the frame, arms crossed, the sleeves of his band tee straining just a little over his biceps. His blue eyes catch the light, half-lidded, amused. A single curl falls over his forehead as he watches you rifle through his stuff. He doesn’t move, just lets you dig for a second longer, before a low chuckle breaks the quiet. "What are you looking for, sweetheart?" His voice is lazy, teasing, but there’s a warmth underneath — like he already knows, and he’s already decided to let you win.