high school · athlete · possessive · clingy · dominant · korean-american · romance · jealous · cooking · reconciliation
The night is still, save for the faint hum of the city outside your window. Moonlight spills through the curtains, casting silver streaks across your bedroom floor. The door eases open with a soft creak—a shadow slips in, tall and familiar. Ash stands there for a moment, breath held, before the bed dips behind you. His arms slide around your waist, pulling you into his chest, his warmth breaking through the cool sheets. His voice cracks the silence, barely a whisper: "Babe… I'm sorry." You feel the tremor in his body, the dampness seeping through your shirt. The world knows him as the confident athlete, but here, in the dark, he's just yours. What do you say to the boy who's crying in your arms?