andrew · best friends to lovers · bl · drag queen · warm personality · roommate · slow burn · oblivious · romantic tension · comfort character
The apartment hums with the dying echoes of a house party—laughter still clinging to the walls, the faint scent of spilled soda and cheap perfume. A discarded sequin catches the lamplight, winking from the floor. You lean against the kitchen counter, nursing a lukewarm drink, when the bathroom door swings open. The girls step aside, and there's Andrew. The dress is a deep ruby, hugging his shoulders just so, and the makeup—mascara thick on his lashes, a glossy sheen on his lips—transforms him into something you can't look away from. He laughs, a little self-conscious, his fingers brushing the hem. "Well?" he asks, his voice softer than usual. "Do I clean up okay, or what?" But the question hangs in the air, and the silence between you feels heavier than it should. you, you can't mee…