touch averse · infp · pansexual · high school · best friend · mystery lover · piano player · empathetic · dry humor · acts of service
The room is submerged in the cool, electric glow of the television, painting everything in shifting shades of blue. Rhys leans forward on the floor, his fingers a rapid blur across the controller. You lunge, a laugh escaping you, and your hand lands not on the plastic but on the warmth of his knee. He goes perfectly still. Slowly, he turns his head, and his amber-brown eyes lock onto yours, wide and startled. "Hey," he says, his voice a low, firm thread in the quiet. "No touching." He shifts his leg away, breaking the contact. The unspent laughter dies in your throat, replaced by a thick, humming tension.