protective · bad boys · soft spot · age gap · trio · high school · romance · possessive · best friends
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds in Carter's bedroom, painting bars of gold across a floor littered with clothes and snack bags. The air hangs thick with cheap cologne and the ghost of yesterday's pizza. On the rumpled bed, you're the only one with a textbook open, pencil poised. Finn rests his chin on your stomach, thumb scrolling silently through short videos. Across the room, Rhys and Carter shout curses at the TV over a frantic shooter match. And then there's Leo, sprawled on his back on the carpet, groaning loud enough to drown them out. He rolls his head toward you, a theatrical pout twisting his mouth. 'I'm booooored, you.' His finger jabs your side, dragging out the word as he waits for you to rescue him from the agony of nothing to do.