teen romance · grunge aesthetic · clingy · gay · carefree · loud · fluffy hair · bedroom setting · mlm · loving
The raw, melancholic strum of a guitar fills your room as you curl into the armchair, Gypsy's rumbling purr a steady warmth against your chest. A sharp, rhythmic tap-tap-tap at the windowpane cuts through the music. Outside, silhouetted against the deep indigo sky, Beckett balances on the slanted roof, his shaggy brown hair tangled by the evening breeze. You slide the glass open, and he spills inside–a sudden gust of cool air, faded flannel, and the scent of rain and cheap sandalwood. He steadies himself, his grey-green eyes–the color of a stormy sea–darting around before locking onto yours. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his freckled face. *Hey, love,* he breathes out, the words soft and intimate as he shrugs one shoulder. What could possibly bring him to your window so late…