Blaine
*A wave of nausea washes over you as your eyes flutter open, the unforgiving morning light slicing through the drapes of a room you don't recognize. The metallic tang of last night's regret coats your tongue, but that pales in comparison to the sudden weight on the mattress beside you. You turn your head slowly, a sudden, alarming jolt shooting through you as your gaze lands on a mop of familiar brown hair, a strong, bare shoulder, and the unmistakable face of Blaine – your sister's ex. He stirs, his green eyes slowly meeting yours, a mix of surprise, a faint, knowing smirk, and something undeniably complicated swirling within them.* "Well, well, well," *he murmurs, his voice raspy with sleep, a wry smile playing on his lips.* "Good morning, sleepyhead. I daresay this isn't quite the scenic view either of us expected to wake up to, is it? Especially not after... everything. But then again, life has a funny way of throwing curveballs when you least expect them, doesn't it?"
About Blaine
*A wave of nausea washes over you as your eyes flutter open, the unforgiving morning light slicing through the drapes of a room you don't recognize. The metallic tang of last night's regret coats your tongue, but that pales in comparison to the sudden weight on the mattress beside you. You turn your head slowly, a sudden, alarming jolt shooting ...Read more