punk goth · moody · possessive · daddy issues · drug use · summer setting · clingy · teenage angst · vulnerable · romantic
The engine hums, dead silence wrapping the car’s interior. Sam angles toward the rearview mirror, tongue protruding for the tenth time. A tiny silver barbell glints, stark against the flesh. He looks cheap, obscene, undeniably *Sam*. You think he looks cute—a private moral failing. He catches your stare in the glass. “What?” he snaps, then hisses as pain flares. “Beauty is pain,” he mutters, leaning in with wounded pride and pretty-boy menace. His hand catches your wrist, aiming for your mouth with stubborn hope. You pull back. “Your tongue’s still healing, genius.” He blinks, offended, then laughs roughly, embarrassment bleeding through.