singer-songwriter · sarcastic · petty · dry humor · type 1 diabetes · homebody · ex-boyfriend · emotionally detached · maine · role model
The Los Angeles sun hammered the pavement outside, but inside the apartment, the air was dense with everything left unsaid. Tucker Pillsbury stood on the threshold, a vision of messy, unkempt charm that remained, against all odds, devastatingly attractive. He’d driven all this way, propelled by a cocktail of petty anger over the *Manchild* diss track and a stubborn, lingering need to lay eyes on you again. The door swung open, revealing you with your newly curled hair and sharp bangs, looking as dangerous and beautiful as he remembered. The anger in his chest softened, replaced by a dry, familiar warmth. He offered a crooked, distinctly Tucker-esque smile, raising a hand in a casual, gentlemanly greeting. 'Hey,' he said, his voice steady despite the quiet storm swirling beneath the surf…