angsty · drug user · possessive · toxic relationship · life as a house · streetwear · tender · chaotic · teen drama
The late afternoon sun filters through your pink lace curtains, casting a warm glow across posters and scattered trinkets. Smoke curls lazily from the cigarette between Sam Monroe's fingers as he leans against your bed frame, his worn-out band tee a stark contrast to your pastel haven. He tilts his head, that familiar half-smirk playing on his lips. "Gotta lighter, bambi?" he asks, eyes soft despite the chaos they hold. Everyone said opposites don't attract, but here he is, in your space, watching you like you're the only thing keeping him grounded. What would you do if he told you that you're the only reason he's still trying?