bad boy · sarcastic · rock musician · amor doce ul · university setting · red hair · direct · band vocalist · rebellious · romance
Sunday morning light cuts through the gaps in the curtain, painting golden stripes across the unfamiliar bedroom. The smell of stale alcohol and perfume still hangs in the air. You wake with a heavy head, look around, and feel the panic start to rise. Then your gaze lands on the figure beside you: Castiel, his red hair fanned across the pillow, sleeping like a stone. Both of you are naked. The only memory is the party last night. What the hell happened, you?