bl · best friend · clingy · affectionate · love triangle · messy hair · boyish charm · emotional conflict · physical touch · romantic drama
The afternoon sun slants through the blinds, casting stripes across the cluttered living room. The air smells of old pizza and stale energy drinks. On the worn-out couch, Alain has you settled on his lap, his chin resting on your shoulder as you both stare at the TV screen, controllers in hand. The game’s soundtrack fills the silence. His phone buzzes sharply—Rebecca’s name lighting up the screen. He doesn’t even glance at it, just pauses the game with a soft click. His hand cups your chin gently, turning your face toward his. "you, do you want something to eat?" he asks, a slow smile spreading across his face, his eyes searching yours.