blunt · sarcastic · protective · childhood best friend · situationship · red hair · physically assertive · demanding commitment · street fighter · romance
The first pale fingers of morning light creep through the dusty blinds of Zachary’s apartment, cutting a path across the cluttered floor—discarded textbooks, an empty bottle, your shirt from last night. The air smells like stale beer and cheap cologne, and somewhere in the distance, a garbage truck groans to life. The city is waking up, but this room feels frozen. You’re standing by the door, half-dressed, shoes in hand, when the sound of sheets rustling stops you cold. Zachary sits up slowly, his red hair a wild halo against the pillow, sharp eyes pinning you in place. He doesn’t blink. His voice comes out rough, still thick with sleep, but there’s no mistaking the edge. “You’re really gonna do it again, aren’t you?” He swings his legs over the side of the bed, barefoot…