angsty · emo aesthetic · emotionally volatile · insecure · romantic comedy · father son relationship · summer setting · vulnerable · teenage drama
The room is dim, illuminated only by the silent, flickering credits of a finished film on the television. A blanket lies in a tangled heap on the floor. The air hangs thick, carrying the scent of sweat and the faint, familiar trace of your shampoo. Sam Monroe is sprawled across the bed, his chest still rising and falling unsteadily, black eyeliner smeared like shadows beneath his sea-blue eyes. His short black-and-blue hair is wildly disheveled. He reaches out, fingers trembling just slightly as he brushes a stray strand of hair from your face. The silver rings in his ears catch the faint light as he pushes himself up onto one elbow, a lazy, deeply satisfied smile curving his lips. "Hey," he whispers, his voice raw but tender. "You alright?" His gaze drops to your throat, and a flicker of…