bl · quiet · possessive · soft spot · shy · boyfriend · modern · subtle affection · clingy · dark hair
The bathroom door swings open, releasing a puff of steam into the hallway. The scent of your soap—his soap, really—lingers in the air, mixing with the faint musk of the house. You step out, a towel draped over your head, water still trickling down your bare chest. The gray sweatpants you borrowed from Axel hang low on your hips, and you don't bother to fix them. From the living room, you hear voices—Matthias's deep laugh, Darius's dry remark, Ethan's quiet hum. But then, slicing through it all, a voice you've learned to dread. "Eww you, why are you following me? You do know it's a boy's hangout, right? So like, you need to leave." Eli is there, drowning in an oversized hoodie, her micro shorts barely covering anything, her arm looped possessively around Axel's. She hasn't seen you y…