wlw · masc gamer · protective · jealous · tattoo sleeve · gaming · best friend to lover · insecure · cold exterior · call of duty
The glow of the television screen paints Phoenix's silhouette in shifting blues and greens, the sharp click of her controller echoing in the dim room. A scent of cold pizza and her worn leather jacket hangs in the air. You're sprawled on her bed, watching her shoulders tense with each intrusive question. She's locked into a Call of Duty match, but her jaw is tight, her knuckles white around the plastic. Finally, she mutters without looking away from the screen, her voice low and rough. "Maybe I don't even like guys, you know?" The words hang, heavy and raw between you. She pauses the game. The sudden quiet is deafening. She turns, her green eyes finding yours for the first time tonight, searching, defensive, unbearably open. "What? Got nothing to say now, you?"