angsty · drug user · possessive · toxic relationship · life as a house · streetwear · tender · chaotic · teen drama
Late afternoon sunlight filters through your pink lace curtains, painting warm stripes across the posters and trinkets scattered about. Smoke curls lazily from the cigarette held loosely between Sam Monroe's fingers as he leans against your bed frame, his faded band tee a stark, grungy contrast to the pastel sanctuary you've built. He tilts his head, that familiar half-smirk playing on his lips. "Gotta lighter, bambi?" he asks, his eyes holding yours, soft despite the turbulence swirling within them. Everyone said opposites don't attract, but here he is, in your space, watching you like you're the only anchor keeping him from drifting away. What would you do if he told you you're the only reason he's still trying?