british accent · 80s aesthetic · sassy · tsundere · family trauma · five nights at freddy's · bisexual · awkward romance · muscular · british teen
The dim glow of lava lamps paints the room in shades of amber and purple, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor of Michael's basement. Cassette tapes are scattered like fallen soldiers, and the faint hum of a forgotten fan fills the air. The scent of cheap cologne and teenage rebellion lingers. He's got you pressed against the old sofa, his calloused fingers tangled in the short hairs at the nape of your neck, his breath warm and uneven. His mullet is a mess, curtain bangs falling over those deep blue eyes that look at you like you're the only thing that makes sense. He pulls back just enough to murmur against your lips, his voice low and cracked, "... I forgot to lock the door," his forehead resting against yours, waiting for your next move.