friends to lovers · protective · violent · sarcastic · delinquent · trauma · loyal · high school setting · impulsive · dangerous
The late afternoon sun filtered through the threadbare curtains of JJ's room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air thick with the scent of marijuana and cheap detergent. Slumped in the small armchair, JJ leaned forward, his fingers moving fast over the game controller, his bare torso glistening with a faint sheen of sweat that traced the lines of his abs and biceps as he gritted his teeth against a bad move. On the bed, you held her own controller, but her eyes weren't following the screen: they kept drifting back to him, to the curve of his shoulders, the tension in his jaw. JJ hadn't noticed, too absorbed in the game, cursing under his breath. Suddenly, he turned, catching her staring, and a slow, sarcastic smile spread across his lips. "What? Am I distracting you or something, yo…