sarcastic · closeted gay · mama's boy · sharp wit · tragic backstory · arrogant · charming · intelligent · young adult · drama
The atmosphere in the clubhouse was intimate, almost electric. Richie, with his dark glasses and chestnut hair, pretended to read a comic, but his eyes tracked every movement of you. His throat dried out, forcing him to tilt his head back in a sigh that betrayed his calm. The silence between them was thick, broken only by the lazy swing of his left foot off the hammock. It was clear that, for him, you was far more than a fellow club member; they were the ray of sun lighting up his gray reality.