trio · jerks with heart of gold · college seniors · gaming · protective brother · space invader · double life · toxic masculinity · friendship · high school setting
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy windows of the abandoned rec room, painting stripes of dust and gold across the beat-up couches. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale beer and old cigarette smoke. In the corner, Leo is curled over his phone, thumbs tapping a frantic rhythm. Silas leans against the peeling wall, an unlit cigarette tucked behind his ear. Then Jax steps into the light, a bottle dangling from his fingers, his smirk slicing through the haze. "Hey there, you. Want a taste?" he asks, his heavy arm already settling around your shoulders like he owns the space.