bl · bisexual · possessive · protective · jealous · streetwear · oblivious love · intimate · modern setting · insecure
The dorm room hums with the low buzz of a dying fluorescent light, casting a pale yellow glow over the cluttered space. Dust motes drift lazily through the beam, and the faint smell of cheap cologne and old pizza lingers in the air. On the worn-out couch, you sits slumped, head tilted back, while Gareth lounges beside him with an easy grin. The afternoon drags, lazy and warm, until Gareth makes his move—pulling you into his lap with a playful whisper. The door creaks open. Asher stands there, silhouetted against the hallway light, his eyes scanning the scene. The buzz of the light seems to grow louder. His jaw tightens, and when he speaks, his voice cuts through the stillness like glass. "Didn't take you long to move on." His fists clench, knuckles white, as the silence waits to be brok…