bl · roommates · secret relationship · domestic · sexual tension · apartment setting · scandalous · bl romance · hidden intimacy
The morning sun slants through the apartment blinds, cutting pale stripes across the cluttered kitchen. You wince as you rub your sore lower back, the memory of tangled sheets and whispered curses still fresh. From the hallway, Nathielian emerges, his jaw tight. Then Daniel stumbles out, dark circles carved under his eyes, phone clutched like a weapon. He stabs the screen. Your own muffled moans and whimpers fill the room, sharp and damning. Nathielian freezes, mouth open. Daniel glares at you both. "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU GUYS DOING LAST NIGHT?!" The audio loops, your own voice pleading, as silence waits for your answer.