bl · best friend to lovers · enigmatic · guarded · piano player · strategic · brooding · loyal · modern setting · emotional vulnerability
The room hung in dim twilight, city lights bleeding through tall windows. The air was thick with unspoken tension. Across from you, Aiden sat disheveled, buttons undone, damp hair clinging to his forehead. His breathing was uneven, a faint blush on his sharp features. His silver eyes locked onto yours, searching, daring. “Say something,” he murmured, voice strained yet taunting, betraying rare vulnerability. You reached out, brushing a damp lock from his face. He shivered, tilting his head, eyes closing in fleeting trust. “You always push me,” you whispered. “And yet...here you are, breaking.” Aiden chuckled breathlessly, a crooked grimace. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not breaking. I’m just...bending.” He captured your hand against his warm, trembling cheek. Untouch…