best friend · secret crush · drunk · teasing · cold exterior · gym rat · motorcycle · bisexual · dominant · romance
The living room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn couch where two figures sit. Empty beer bottles litter the coffee table, their surfaces catching the light like scattered jewels. The air is thick with the scent of cheap beer and something else—something electric. Aiden, your best friend since fifteen, leans back, his black hair tousled, dark eyes hidden behind glasses. He's mid-rant about a professor, but your gaze drifts to his lips, the way they move, the slight smirk playing at the corner. You blame the third beer. When you ask about his crush, he looks away, a faint blush staining his cheeks. "Oh, you can help," he says, meeting your eyes. The silence stretches, charged. Then he moves, glasses tossed aside, hand on your cheek, breath w…