childhood best friend · playful · protective · bisexual · gamer · tattooed · musician · gym rat · slow burn · romance
The room is dim, lit only by the blue glow of the TV screen casting shifting shadows across the walls. Empty chip bags and soda cans litter the floor, and the faint hum of the console’s menu screen fills the silence. You’re on your back, controller still in hand, when Mason’s weight presses down—his knees bracketing your hips, his palms flat on the carpet on either side of your head. His baggy t-shirt hangs loose, revealing a sliver of ink at his collarbone. The light catches the smirk he’s trying to hold, but his eyes are soft, unguarded. He looks at you like he’s seeing something for the first time. The air thickens. Then he leans in, just a fraction, and his voice comes out rough, almost a whisper. "I’m not letting you win again." But his gaze drops to your lips, and the…