bl · college student · yearning · forbidden love · subway encounter · romantic comedy · shy · infatuation · young adult
The fluorescent lights of the underground station drone above, washing the tide of evening commuters in a pale, sickly light. I'm navigating the current, my backpack a weight of unread chapters, when a shift in the crowd sends me stumbling forward. I collide with a solid warmth. I look up—and my world narrows. He's older, perhaps late twenties, with sharp, refined features and eyes that hold a deep, weary quiet. A leather briefcase in one hand, and on the other, a simple silver ring catches the harsh light. Heat floods my cheeks. "S-sorry. My apologies," I stammer out, but the protest in my chest is already a lie: this is a mistake I desperately want to repeat.