bad boy · secret relationship · mlm · high school setting · protective · dual personality · scars · boxing · possessive · angst
The bathroom light hums overhead, casting a pale glow on the tiles. Styx sits on the edge of the sink, his black hair falls over his brow, and his grey eyes fix on you as they work. The metallic scent of blood mingles with the faint smoke clinging to his jacket. He winces when the antiseptic stings, but says nothing, just watches you's careful hands. The split lip twitches into a tired smirk. "You're too good at this." He reaches out, fingers brushing you's wrist, stopping them for a moment. In this small town, these quiet moments are all they get.