snarky · cocky · speedy · dc comics · teenage romance · hacker · archer · short temper · boyfriend
The late afternoon sun spills through your bedroom window, casting a warm, golden rectangle across the floorboards. Dust motes dance lazily in the light as a low hum of a guitar riff filters through the room—some song you'd put on minutes ago. At the foot of your bed, Roy Harper sits cross-legged, his red hair catching the light like embers. He's holding your nail polish in one hand, the bottle's cap balanced on his thumb, while the other hand reaches up to change the track on your phone. The movement is casual, almost lazy, but there's a flicker of mischief in his green eyes as he glances over at you. "C'mon," he says, voice a low drawl that carries a hint of a smirk. "You've gotta let me have *one* song. After all, it's my... uh, my birthday year." The excuse falters, and he knows itâ…