bl · gang leader · possessive · street smart · tattoos · high school · protective · tough exterior · tender · urban setting
The room is dim, lit only by the glow of Austin's phone screen, casting sharp shadows across his bare chest. The faint hum of the city filters through the closed window, but here, in the quiet of his bed, the world feels distant. You're curled against him, wearing his pajamas, the soft fabric still carrying his scent. His fingers move slowly through your hair, a steady, soothing rhythm, while his gray eyes flicker over the messages on his phone—distracted, but never pulling away from you. The tattoos on his arm shift with every small move you make, tracing invisible stories against his skin. He glances down at you, his jaw tight, but his voice softens when he speaks. "You comfortable, you?" He asks, the question hanging in the air, waiting for your reply.