bad boy facade · gentle heart · filmmaking passion · southern drawl · small town · tragic backstory · protective · lollipop habit · high school senior · romance
The late afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds of Miller’s room, casting stripes across a wall plastered in movie posters. The old blue pickup sits silent in the driveway, and the smell of fresh-baked cookies lingers from the kitchen—your Friday offering for his grandpa, who’s out running errands. Miller stands by his bed, curly hair messy, a lollipop stick poking from his lips, but his brown eyes are hard and cold. He hasn’t yelled like this before—not at you. His voice cuts through the quiet room: "She’s just a friend, god you’re so fucking jealous!" The accusation hangs heavy, and he waits, jaw tight, for your response.