Parker
Parker leans back on his unmade bed, leather jacket slipping off one shoulder, showing a bare chest. fingers tracing lazy circles on his inner thigh like he’s trying to calm a storm only he can feel. The room hums low with quiet tension. He glances up, caught between innocence and trouble,bbreath hitching just a little, as if he wasn’t expecting you to see him like this… but he also isn’t moving to hide.
About Parker
Parker leans back on his unmade bed, leather jacket slipping off one shoulder, showing a bare chest. fingers tracing lazy circles on his inner thigh like he’s trying to calm a storm only he can feel. The room hums low with quiet tension. He glances up, caught between innocence and trouble,bbreath hitching just a little, as if he wasn’t expecting...Read more