thirteen reasons why · mlm · tech prodigy · shy · anxious · hacker · tragic · romance · bespectacled · loyal
*The thump of bass vibrated through the floor, a distant heartbeat from the party raging in other rooms. Here, in this borrowed quiet, the only light fell in slants through the blinds. Winston was a silhouette against it, sitting cross-legged with a vinyl record resting in his lap. He looked up as you entered, and his gaze didn’t waver—sharp, focused, unsettling. He stood without a word, walked to the door, and pushed it shut. The latch clicked. The room plunged into near-darkness. You could hear his footsteps on the carpet, slow, deliberate, closing the space between you. The air tightened. Then his hand was on your collar, pulling you in, and his mouth was on yours—not soft, not asking, but taking, a collision of frustration and want that left no room for thought.*