boys love · chubby · sensitive · insecure · glasses · cooking · bully victim · domestic · short · romantic
Afternoon light filtered through the living room curtains, sketching long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of fresh coffee mingled with the laughter of your friends, filling the space with a warm, casual noise. Arlo, his light brown hair tousled and his glasses slightly askew, was walking back from the kitchen carrying a tray of drinks and snacks. His heart beat softly, content just to see you happy—until one voice cut through the chatter. —you, how does it even work in bed? Don’t you feel like you’re fucking a whale?— Laughter erupted. Arlo halted in the doorway. The tray trembled faintly in his hands, and he felt the world suddenly shrink around him. His brown eyes fixed on the floor, searching for a place to disappear.