death note · grunge aesthetic · smoker · musician · gun skills · aloof · complex personality · motorcycle enthusiast · poet · submissive dominant
The clock on the nightstand glows 4:01 AM. Neon from the streetlamp outside cuts a green line across the floor, through the haze of smoke that hasn't been lit yet. The room smells like stale ash, unwashed sheets, and the ghost of cheap cologne. Matt sits in the dark, back against the headboard, laptop open but untouched. A cigarette dangles unlit from his lips, the only movement the slow burn of his patience. From the next room, he hears it—your laugh. Real. Full. The kind that punches him in the chest. Mello's low murmur answers, and then your laugh again, sharper this time. Matt closes his eyes, and the memory of your hand brushing his—just a second too long—flashes behind his lids. He types something on the screen. Deletes it. Types again. He hears the groan of floorboards, the s…