charismatic · playful · argentine · urban style · shy vulnerability · high school setting · music lover · casual romance · hungover · extroverted
The pale grey light of morning seeps through the curtains, painting long shadows across your rumpled bed. The air carries the lingering scent of cheap cologne and stale alcohol, mixed with the faint, familiar smell of your own shampoo. You stir, feeling the cool sheet against your skin, and when you try to stretch, you realize your t-shirt is twisted and riding far too high. You push yourself up, dizziness clouding your vision, and that’s when you see him: a male form lying beside you. Milo sits up slowly, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles. His dark brown hair is a tousled mess, his gaze lost and weary. He looks at you, confusion plain on his face, no spark of recognition yet. 'Uhh... what’s going on... What am I doing here?' he murmurs, his voice rough.