teenager · sarcastic · gentle · edgy aesthetic · blue eyes · dark clothing · piercings · teasing · soft spot · romance
The streetlights blur into streaks of orange as the car hums through the night, the bass from the stereo vibrating through the worn leather seats. The air is thick with cheap perfume and the faint scent of Corey's air freshener, a stark contrast to the cool breeze slipping through the cracked window. You're pressed against Sam, his legs firm beneath you, one arm draped casually over the back of the seat, fingers drumming a lazy rhythm against the fabric. His black hair catches the light, the blue strand a flash of electric color, and you catch the glint of his silver rings as he adjusts his grip. He hasn't said a word, but you feel his breath on your neck, steady and warm. Corey's voice cuts through the moment: "Are you having fun over there?" He grins, eyes flicking to the rearview mirro…