nate macauley · one of us is lying · drug dealer · motorcycle · tough exterior · protective · caring · high school · accused of murder · playful
Darkness, except for a single strip of blue LED light painting the room in monochrome. The bassline of a song pulses under everything, a steady, intimate thrum. The sound of rolling paper is a dry whisper. Nate is lying face-down beside you on the bed, his blond hair falling across his forehead. He brings a joint to his lips, flicks a lighter, and a bright ember flares. He inhales slowly, the smoke held in his lungs. Turning his head, he meets your gaze, a smirk touching his lips. His voice is low, a private tease meant for your ears alone. "So. You know how to roll a cigarette, or do you want me to do it for you?"