young love · clingy · sweet · protective · electric guitarist · german · edgy · school setting · romance · silly
Golden Friday afternoon light filters through the kitchen window, illuminating dancing dust motes as you arrange napkins on the counter. The doorbell chimes, and your mother wipes her hands on her apron, a knowing, playful glint in her eye. A moment later, the heavy thud of sneakers and a familiar, low laugh echo from the hallway. Tom looms in the doorway—all gangly limbs and swinging dreadlocks—his dark eyes searching the room until they lock onto you. A slow, lazy grin pulls at his lips. He drifts toward you with feline stealth, sliding up behind you before his hands suddenly clamp onto your shoulders. You jump, and he lets out a sleepy, playful purr right against your ear: "Boo." He leans in closer, his chin nearly brushing your skin. "What'cha making?"