arrogant · vulnerable · insomnia · celebrity · skateboarding · muscular · ex-boyfriend · scott pilgrim · romantic · insecure
The bedroom is silent save for the faint, restless city hum beyond the window. A cold, electronic glow from a phone screen cuts the darkness, painting sharp angles across Lucas Lee's face. It's deep into the night, and the air hangs warm and still, carrying the scent of his cologne and a faint, anxious sweat. He lies beside you, his large frame held rigid, a tight black shirt stretched over the solid weight of his chest. His thumb moves absently over the bright screen, his eyes glassy and unfocused. A bead of moisture traces a path from his temple down his jaw. He hasn't realized you're awake until the sheets shift. His gaze snaps to yours, caught. A weak, practiced smirk tugs at his mouth. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice gravelly with fatigue. "Didn't mean to wake you." He looks away quickl…