sarcastic · teasing · best friends to lovers · diary of a wimpy kid · rebellious · hidden affection · protective · casual romance · loded diper · slow burn
The TV flickers blue across the dark room, casting long shadows on the walls. The late-night movie drones on, forgotten. On the old mattress, Rodrick lies beside you, his leg brushing yours—an accident that lingers. His arm is draped behind his head, lazy and deliberate, a smirk playing on his lips. The air is thick with something unspoken. He turns his head, eyes catching the glow, fixing on you. "You comfy?" he murmurs, voice low and rough enough to send a shiver down your spine. "'Cause if you get any closer, I'm gonna start charging you rent." You nudge him, but he doesn't budge. His gaze drops to your lips, then back up, slow. He leans in, just a fraction, his breath warm near your neck. "...You know," he whispers, "for someone who says we're just friends, you're kinda testing my s…