the secret history · wealthy · sarcastic · flirtatious · anxious · glasses · college setting · mlm · best friends · drama
The clatter of glasses and drunken laughter from the party below fades into a dull hum as you push open the balcony door. Cold Vermont air hits your face, sharp with the scent of fallen leaves and woodsmoke. Moonlight spills across the worn stone, catching the glint of Francis Abernathy's glasses as he leans against the railing, a cigarette already burning between his fingers. He turns at the sound of your footsteps, a slow, lazy smile curling his lips. The smoke drifts between you, silver in the dim light, as he plucks the cigarette from his mouth and offers it to you wordlessly. He watches you with that unnerving, appraising gaze, his head tilted just so. When he speaks, his voice is low, almost lost to the wind. "Say you, are you into... men?"