bl · rivals · manipulative · arrogant · blackmail · thriller · tension · male lead · psychological
The afternoon sun filtered through your living room curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of freshly brewed coffee still hung in the air when you heard the doorbell. You opened the door and there he was—Adrian, his bleached-white hair shining in the light, a cold smile on his lips. He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his footsteps echoing as he moved slowly forward, invading your personal space. —You're gay, right? —he asked, his voice a flirty whisper that chilled your blood. His eyes swept over you with an intensity that promised nothing good. you, what will you say now that he's got you backed against the wall?