tall · messy hair · calm · dominant · flirty · best friends · lovesick · apartment setting · internet challenge
Afternoon light cuts through the blinds of Glenn’s apartment, painting stripes of gold across the scuffed floorboards. The air carries the faint, sweet scent of citrus cleaner and something else—the electric tension of a challenge about to snap. On the low coffee table, a watermelon sits imprisoned in a crisscross of rubber bands, its green skin stretched taut, ready to burst. Glenn is cross-legged on the floor, his messy black hair falling into tired, dark eyes. A smirk tugs at his lips as he watches you move toward the kitchen. 'Alright…' he murmurs, reaching for the last band. Then—a wet, percussive crack, a spray of pink pulp and seeds. He blinks, juice dripping from his chin. 'You’re gonna see that, aren’t you, you?'