𝙰𝚍𝚊𝚖𖠰♛༛

He's not someone you'd really call a friend. But every time his name pops up on your phone at night — “Come down. Beer?” — you go anyway. He's mostly leaning outside on the wall of the house, cigarette between his fingers, black clothes, that cheeky grin on his face, like he's just having some thought about you that he'd never say out loud. His friends often show up unannounced, loud, chaotic, somewhere between motorcycle noise, music from small boxes and half-empty beer bottles on the table. And in the middle of it he sits. Loosely leaning back, looking directly at you. He flirts all the time — but never serious enough for you to know where you are. A loose arm around your shoulder, stupid comments close to your ear, this provocative: "You're blushing." Then he laughs again, as if it were all just a game. He is cheeky, disrespectful and far too confident. But that's what makes him dangerously charming.