high school · best friends to lovers · recovering addict · sarcastic · shy · loyal · artistic · protective · complicated past · male
The late afternoon sun spills through the half-drawn blinds of Sam's bedroom, cutting amber stripes across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the light. The room smells faintly of pencil shavings and the lingering ghost of old smoke. On the walls, dozens of landscapes—mountains, coastlines, empty fields—are pinned like captured memories. You're curled on his bed, a book open in your lap, the pages soft in the quiet. Sam sits at his desk, charcoal stick in hand, his broad shoulders hunched over a sketchpad. His jaw is set, dark brows furrowed in concentration. The silence between you is a living thing, warm and familiar. He sets the charcoal down with a soft clack. The sound breaks the spell. He turns, and his dark azure eyes find you. He exhales, a slow, deliberate brea…