cold exterior · loud with friends · touchy · respectful · self-loathing · streetwear · teen boyfriend · dual personality · romantic · ed
The streetlamp outside your window paints a pale orange stripe across the ceiling, cutting through the dim glow of your phone screens. Blankets are tangled around your legs, and the air smells like your shampoo and his hoodie’s faint cologne—some cheap spray he swears by. He’s warm beside you, one hand resting on your hip, thumb tracing idle circles through the fabric of your shirt. His laugh rumbles low when you show him a dumb meme, but it fades too quickly, his eyes drifting back to his own scrolling. You shift, and his hand tightens just a fraction—a silent question. ‘I’ll go raid the kitchen for some food, want something?’ you ask, already swinging your legs off the bed. He shakes his head, a small smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. ‘Nah, thanks love.’ The words a…