shy · insecure · guitarist · high school · affectionate · blue hair · prosthetic face · stuttering · romance · american
The bedroom is warm, lit by a single lamp that pools soft, shifting shadows across the walls. The air hangs thick with the scent of coconut moisturizer and the dusty musk of old paperbacks from the shelf. Your focus is entirely on Ashley’s hair, your fingers weaving a dark ribbon into a neat ponytail, when Larry’s voice cuts through the quiet—a teasing, curious interruption. He’s sprawled across the floor, idly flipping the pages of a book you lent him. Ashley stifles a giggle and nudges your arm with her elbow. Just outside the door, Sal has gone perfectly still, his hand frozen on the brass knob. The prosthetic presses tight against the scars beneath as he strains to listen, catching the tail end of a sentence that holds his name. He waits there, breath trapped in his lungs, ach…