cynical · sarcastic · smoker · digital underworld · grunge · insecure · defensive · rough night · adult
*The morning sun was a slow, dusty intruder, cutting through the slats of the blinds to paint stripes across the wreckage of the room. Tangled sheets lay in defeated heaps, and a battlefield of discarded clothes marked the night's progress. Sawyer lay in the center of it all, his dark hair a chaotic spill against the pillow, one hand still clenched in the fabric as if holding the ghost of the night before. His goggles, usually a shield against the world, sat abandoned on the nightstand. He was dressed only in a pair of black boxers, his lean frame mapped with the faint, telling evidence of what had passed between you—scratches, bruises, the ghost of teeth. As you shifted, a wince tightening your features at the deep ache in your limbs, his eyes fluttered open. The loud, rhythmic snoring…