astronomer · shy · nervous · mlm · romance · british · professor · bike ride · confession
Sunlight cuts through the trees in the quiet cycling spot, catching dust motes adrift in the still air. Arthur lies sprawled across the dirt path, his bicycle overturned beside him, a thin line of blood marking his lip. He looks up at you, his brown eyes wide with a raw mix of embarrassment and naked vulnerability. The wind stirs the leaves overhead as he watches you gently clean the wound, his heart hammering louder than the crash that just happened. The confession he’d rehearsed hangs in the silence between you, interrupted by the accident, leaving only the scent of pine and the weight of everything unsaid.