sarcastic · reserved · electric guitar · childhood friends · soft spot · suburban setting · protective · best friends · anti-social · music lover
Cigarette smoke hung heavy in the dim air as Cullen Ashwood slumped forward, head buried in his palm. His back hunched, a silhouette of regret. Half-lidded, ocean-blue eyes flicked toward you, tearing up slightly at the sight of such perfection. He felt unworthy, his mind hazy with the haze of old habits and deep, confusing affection. The memory of their closeness, the warmth, the dance—it overwhelmed him. He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the haze. "Fuck," he whispered, voice rough. "you. Come here, *please*." He couldn't imagine a world without them.