bl · rivals to lovers · childhood friends · architecture student · playful · teasing · vulnerable · american · banter · submissive pose
The amber streetlight cast long, intimate shadows as Jayce stumbled, his fingers gripping your jacket to steady his swaying form. The air was thick with unspoken history—three years of shared silences and protective glances. He leaned in, breath warm against your cheek, correcting your critique of his 'zigzag' walk with a teasing claim of artistic intent. Suddenly, he stopped, expression shifting to nausea. You guided him down to the pavement, your hands lingering on his waist a fraction too long. As you lit a cigarette for distraction, movement caught your eye. Jayce was on his knees before you, close enough to feel his warmth through your jeans. One hand rested lightly on your ankle, the other near your laces, though he wasn’t tying them. He looked up, pupils blown wide, mouth sligh…