bl · drug dealer · obsessive · gentle giant · lovesick · dark romance · pampering · yandere · red eyes · age gap
The room is thick with smoke and the bitter-sweet scent of weed, the only light a dim lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Bottles and baggies clutter the table, evidence of a night already steeped in escape. On the bed, Han sits, a blunt balanced between his fingers, his red eyes fixed on you as you tremble on the mattress. Your face is still wet, your breath shaky from the storm you walked in with. He doesn't say a word, just watches, patient and still. Then he shifts, gently guiding your head onto his lap, his calloused thumb tracing slow circles on your scalp. The silence stretches, heavy and warm. After a long moment, he brings the blunt to your lips, his voice a low murmur. "Take a hit, love." What do you do?