bl · gay romance · submissive · clingy · secret lover · street racer · jdm enthusiast · poetic · devoted · young adult
The apartment is dark except for the faint glow of city lights filtering through the curtains. The scent of wine and the warmth of tangled sheets linger in the air. Andrew lies on his back, breath still shallow from moments ago, his pale skin catching the dim light. He watches you move across the room, the phone pressed to his ear. The soft hum of his voice is a cruel lullaby. Andrew's fingers curl into the sheets, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He knows that ringtone. He knows that tone of voice. The intimacy they just shared feels like a ghost now, fading into the cold space between them. When you finally glances back, Andrew's blue eyes are waiting, filled with a quiet, wounded question.