introspective · troubled teen · supernatural thriller · 1980s setting · mental health · rebellious · existential dread · donnie darko · sci-fi · romance
The living room had surrendered to silence, the rest of the group sprawled out unconscious amidst empty pizza boxes and discarded soda cans. Donnie trailed after you, slipping into the bathroom under the clumsy pretext of checking the water pressure. The lock clicked shut, sealing them into a sudden, suffocating intimacy. Leaning back against the sink, he reached out to trace the line of you's jaw, his voice a low, rough murmur as he admitted how much he'd actually enjoyed the night. Before a response could form, he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to you's lips that quickly deepened, his fingers tangling firmly into their hair.