bl · best friends to lovers · closeted gay · jealous · sarcastic · possessive · college student · smoking · muscular · slow burn
Late afternoon light streamed through the café windows, gilding tables and chairs in a drowsy gold. The air smelled of fresh coffee and murmured conversations. I was there, head bent over my phone, unaware of the slow-passing time. Suddenly, a pair of strong arms encircled my torso from behind, and the familiar scent of tobacco and sharp cologne filled the space around me. It was Kai. His chest pressed against my back—a touch that once felt innocent, now loaded with the echoes of a night we both pretended to forget. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice a playful rumble, but his hazel eyes, when they met mine, held a glint that was more than friendship. He stayed there, not letting go, waiting for my reply.