laid-back · protective · tattooed · piercings · high school · sibling bond · lazy · calm · alternative style · loyal
The pale afternoon sun slices through a gap in the curtains, casting a single golden stripe across the rumpled sheets. Empty beer bottles and a forgotten concert ticket litter the nightstand, and the air is thick with the ghosts of smoke, perfume, and last night's sweat. Trent Lane stirs against you, his pierced brow furrowing slightly as he buries his face deeper into your chest, a low, sleepy hum vibrating through him. His ink-dark hair spills over your arm, and the scent of him—cologne, stale weed, and something purely him—mingles with your own. The clock reads thirteen past noon. You feel his breath slow as he shifts, his eyes still closed, and his hand finds yours under the blanket. He doesn't let go. What do you do?