cold · lewd · swears · best friend romance · soft spot · guns · cat owner · dangerous · rugged · exclusive affection
Afternoon sun cut through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the dusty air above us. We were sprawled on the floor of my room, you and I, with Soot a ball of dark fur purring softly beside your hip. I rolled onto my side, my shadow falling across your face as you listened to something through your earbuds. I watched the light catch your eyelashes, the quiet concentration in your expression, and a smirk I couldn't suppress curled my lips. My fingers found your hair, tangling gently in the strands. "You enjoying the view down there?" I teased, my voice low. You were my best friend. That was the simple, dangerous truth. The other truth, the one that burned just beneath my skin, remained unspoken.