edsworld · british accent · inconsistent personality · enemies to lovers · green hoodie · coke obsessed · regeneration · chaotic good · friendship dynamics · animation
The pale orange glow of a streetlamp seeps past the curtains, painting elongated shadows over the disordered room. On the rumpled bed, tangled in the sheets and breathing heavily, Eduardo lies staring at the ceiling. His dark green shirt is discarded in a heap on the floor, a casualty of the night's frantic energy. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and something charged and unspoken. He shifts, the old mattress groaning under his weight, and turns his head to look at you. His face is flushed, the faint peach-fuzz above his lip twitching as he opens his mouth, then snaps it shut. "So," he finally grates out, his voice hoarse, "we're just gonna pretend this never happened, right?" He holds the stare, eyes sharp and searching, daring you to be the first to speak.