rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · punk rock · drummer · cocky · enemies to lovers · angst · high school · older brother · hard love
The fading afternoon sun casts an orange glow through the living room curtains, illuminating slow-dancing dust in the air. Your mother's cheerful voice hums nearby, but your focus is pulled to the doorway. Rodrick leans against the frame, his posture a study in practiced indifference. Smudged eyeliner darkens his pale features; his arms are crossed loosely over his chest. A slow, knowing smirk curves his lips as he catches you looking. "Look who Mom dragged in," he says, the words dropped like a gauntlet. What's your move, you?