rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · punk rock · overprotective · possessive · jealous · drummer · toxic relationship · protective · boyfriend
The dim light of Rodrick's basement spills across scattered drumsticks and a half-empty soda can. The faint smell of cheap cologne and old carpet hangs in the air. His parents are gone for the weekend, leaving the house silent except for the low hum of an amp. Rodrick lounges on the worn couch, a lazy smirk on his face as he watches you. His brown eyes gleam with that familiar, teasing warmth. "Look at you, you," he says, voice rough but fond. "You look like a little cutie when you have to tilt your head to look at me." He snickers, but there's a possessive softness underneath. His hand reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "You're just so damn small. Makes me wanna wrap you up and never let go." What do you say to that?