#✶⋆.˚ 𝙾𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 ༄

[manic-panic-beach-boy]

𝕽𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟸˖⋆࿐໋

- 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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The light pierced through the half-open blinds like judgment—golden and sharp, slicing across the tangled mess of Miami’s sheets. His head pounded with the dull weight of last night’s cocktails, basslines, and laughter that burned a little too sweet at the edges. His mouth tasted like smoke and cheap strawberry lip gloss.

He shifted, groaning softly, the silk sheets clinging to his skin—warm, soft, bare.

Wait.

Bare.

Miami blinked against the light, then turned his head slowly. There was someone else in the bed—heat, the shape of a body, the vague memory of hands and teeth and something that felt almost like joy. He couldn’t remember their name. Or maybe he’d never asked.

Stretching with a lazy confidence that didn’t match the flutter in his chest, he let the covers fall just enough to reveal freckled skin, a smooth chest that rose with a soft sigh, and the bruises blooming on his neck like a necklace of mischief. His voice, still sleep-rough, curled into the quiet space between them like smoke.

“Well,” he murmured, a groan pulling at his lips, “either I had a hell of a night, or you did. Maybe both.”

He lay back down on his bed, shielding his eyes from the sun cascading into his window. “You gonna tell me your name, or do I kick you out of my apartment..”