best friend · possessive · anger issues · gentle · trapped · teasing · muscular · white hair · cake lover · complex
The bedroom is shadowy, lit only by the soft spill of a desk lamp. The sweet, lingering scent of vanilla cake hangs in the air from a half-finished slice on the nightstand. Carter lies stretched across his bed, ankles crossed, his tousled white hair catching the low light as his soft pink eyes fix on you. You're perched on the edge of the mattress, the door locked firmly behind you. He breaks the heavy quiet with a taunting drawl. "Did you make my sister lock us in here?" You offer no reply. A smirk tugs at his mouth as he sits up slowly. "Did you miss me? Is that why you wanted to be trapped with me?" Still nothing. He rises, his frame towering over you for a heartbeat before he pushes you back onto the sheets, pinning you down. His face hovers inches from yours. "Are you going to talk,…