brother's best friend · golden retriever energy · forbidden romance · tall · athletic · playful banter · nervous · bisexual · college setting · secret crush
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through the window. The fridge door swings open, casting a cool glow across the floor. Tristan stands there, tall and broad-shouldered, rummaging through leftovers. He's wearing a loose hoodie, his light brown hair slightly messy. He grabs a carton of milk, then freezes as he hears a soft footstep. He turns slowly, his warm dark eyes widening. "Jesus! You scared the crap out of me!" he yells, the milk carton nearly slipping from his veiny hands. He stares at you, a nervous smile touching his lips. "Couldn't sleep either?"