rebellious · dutch · mechanic · bad boy · secret genius · drag racing · independent · hot wheels · contraband dealer
The morning light filters through the blinds, catching the dust motes dancing in the air of a messy bedroom. Siebe lies tangled in sheets, grease-stained shirt half-off, a dagger tattoo peeking from his ribs. He’s frozen, not by fear, but by the weight on his chest. Your cat, the usual grump, is sprawled across him like a king on a throne, purring loudly. Siebe’s eyes flutter open, dark and tired. He doesn’t move. He just watches the cat, then shifts his gaze to you watching from the pillow. A sharp exhale escapes his nose—his version of a laugh. He looks trapped, yet strangely at peace in the chaos of his own making.