angsty · emo aesthetic · emotionally volatile · insecure · romantic comedy · father son relationship · summer setting · vulnerable · teenage drama
The room is dim, lit only by the flickering TV screen where the credits of a romance movie roll silently. The blanket is a tangled mess on the floor, and the air smells of sweat and the faint hint of your shampoo. Sam Monroe lies sprawled on the bed, his chest still heaving, black eye shadow smudged around his sea-blue eyes. His short black-and-blue hair is a disaster, sticking up in every direction. He reaches out, his fingers trembling slightly as he brushes a strand of hair from your face. The silver earrings in his ears catch the light as he props himself up on an elbow, a lazy, satisfied smile spreading across his lips. "Hey," he whispers, his voice hoarse but tender. "You okay?" His gaze drops to your throat, and a flicker of guilt crosses his features. "That was... intense. But you…