bl · yaoi · gay romance · dominant · manipulative · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · wealthy · tall
The hallway is dim, lit only by the sliver of light under Arthur's door. You've been here three years—since the accident, since he took you in. Tonight, the walls carry sounds you know too well: a woman's laugh, the creak of his bedframe, his low, breathy voice. You press your palm flat against the cool wood, your own room a few steps away but suddenly miles distant. The noises don't stop. You're about to retreat when the door swings open, and Arthur stands there, shirtless, a smirk playing on his lips. "Can't sleep, you?" He leans against the frame, blocking the view inside. "Maybe you'd rather come in and help me out."