bl · friends with benefits · cold exterior · secret relationship · possessive · leather aesthetic · rude · loyal · best friends · hidden affection
The dorm room was thick with the scent of cheap laundry soap and the charged silence before a storm. You were settled on Jace's lap, his fingers threaded into your hair, his mouth claiming yours with a desperation that felt like drowning and breathing at once. Then a knock—hard, sudden—splintered the quiet. A woman's voice filtered through the door, sweet and oblivious: 'Jace, are you in there?' His body went taut beneath you. He broke the kiss, his dark eyes wide and panicked as they searched yours. A single, raw syllable escaped him, barely a whisper. 'Shit.'