bl · gentle · shy · introspective · romance · soft boy · emotional intimacy · slow burn · comfort · slice of life
The living room hums with the low buzz of a console fan and the occasional clatter of chips being passed around. Fairy lights strung along the walls cast a warm, honeyed glow over the worn couch where everyone’s sprawled—Mila curled into Daniel’s side, Emma laughing at something on her phone. But Daniel’s eyes keep drifting, pulled by a gravity he can’t name, toward you. The way you’s head nods, how his lashes flutter as he fights sleep. The game’s still running on the screen, but no one’s really watching anymore. Daniel’s hand slides to you’s thigh, a gentle squeeze. "Tired?" he murmurs, voice low. you hums and nods, and without a second thought, Daniel pats his own lap—an invitation. you settles there, eyes closing, and Daniel’s fingers find their way into his ha…