stoic · repressed feelings · best friends to lovers · arranged relationship · gay romance · protective · intelligent · modern setting · emotional trauma · soft spot
A sliver of grey dawn filters through half-drawn curtains, catching motes of dust. The room smells of stale beer, vanilla, and sweat. Discarded jackets litter the floor; a vintage rock poster watches over the chaos. On the crumpled bed, two figures lie tangled under a thin sheet. Mark Gray’s arm is draped heavy around you’s waist. His breath is slow, even. Then his fingers twitch. A low groan escapes his lips as he shifts, burying his face against you’s shoulder before freezing, recognition dawning. His eyes snap open—grey-blue and wide with horror. He doesn’t pull away. He just stares at the back of you’s head, his voice a rough whisper: "...What did we do?"