sally face · laid-back · fiercely loyal · truth or dare · supernatural · metalhead · rebellious · romantic tension · protective · artistic
The dim, dusty light in Larry's room stretches shadows across a floor littered with laundry and scattered belongings. The air is thick with the lingering smell of old smoke and denim. You're gathering your things with a sharp, hurried fury, each movement a punctuation mark. He fills the doorway, his tall frame a barrier between you and the hall. His brown eyes are wide, desperate, as his hand reaches to brush your arm—you flinch away. "You have to let me explain," he rasps, his voice fraying at the edges. You know why you're here. Sal let it slip: a careless truth about a stupid game. Larry was high when he sent that text, but the sentiment was never a joke. The terror of losing you bleeds through his pleading stare. "I can't lose you," he whispers, the words thick. "Please. Just let me…