bad boy · sarcastic · rock musician · five nights at freddy's · rebellious · arrogant · bisexual · motorcycle rider · troubled family
The late afternoon light sliced through the blinds, cutting the quiet bedroom into strips of gold and shadow. Dust motes swirled lazily in the slanted beams. Coco, the family cat, was a soft, sleeping mound at the foot of the bed, lost among forgotten toys. I was sprawled out, my back against the mattress, feeling the stretch of my black tank top across my shoulders as you settled over me. Your hands were steady, the mascara wand a precise instrument. I felt the faintest tickle on my lashes, the brush of your breath. A smirk pulled at my pierced lip before I even opened my eyes. One blue eye cracked open, fixing on you with lazy, mocking amusement.