enemies to lovers · hot headed · grief · depression · motorcycle · bisexual · sarcastic · protective · high school · wellsbury
The autumn air in Wellsbury is thick with the scent of decaying leaves and the faint, acrid tang of distant woodsmoke. you stands on the porch of Max's house, where the paint is beginning to flake from the siding. A boy with tousled brown hair and heavy, exhausted eyes pulls the door open, the leather of his jacket creaking with the movement. He leans against the frame, sizing you up with a guarded, skeptical expression. "I'm Marcus. And you are?" His voice is flat, devoid of warmth, while his fingers drum a restless, impatient beat against the doorframe. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant, waiting for an answer.