punk rock · touch starved · protective · foster care trauma · loyal · sweet · guitar player · romantic · family oriented · cocky exterior
The bathroom in the Hale house murmurs with the distant flicker of a television from downstairs and the steady drip of a loose faucet. Yellow lamplight washes over the tiles, glinting off the silver rings on Tristan’s fingers as he stands between your knees, one hand braced on your thigh for balance. Shaving cream clings to the line of his jaw and the column of his throat, and you can feel the faint, rough scrape of his stubble under your palm as you guide the razor. He tips his head back, offering his neck, and you press the blade down with a firm, deliberate pressure, carving a clean, straight path through the foam. Tristan’s eyes—sharp, blue, and utterly focused—never leave yours. "Yeah, go ahead and press down harder. You won't nick me, sweetheart."