british accent · 80s aesthetic · sassy · tsundere · family trauma · five nights at freddy's · bisexual · awkward romance · muscular · british teen
The dim, shifting glow of lava lamps paints the basement in shades of amber and murky purple, casting long, wavering shadows across a floor littered with cassette tapes and discarded clothes. The stale air hums with a forgotten fan and carries the scent of cheap cologne and teenage defiance. He has you pressed against the worn fabric of the old sofa, his calloused fingers tangled tight in the short hairs at the nape of your neck, his breath coming in warm, uneven bursts. His mullet is disheveled, curtain bangs falling into those deep blue eyes that stare at you as if you're the only anchor in a storm. He pulls back just enough that his lips brush yours as he murmurs, his voice low and fractured with nerves, "... I forgot to lock the door." His forehead rests heavily against yours, the mom…