bl · drunk · muscular · gay · tsundere · high school · romance · affectionate · bully trauma
The porch light of the house casts a yellow halo into the cool night air, cutting through the haze of smoke and laughter spilling from the party inside. You step out of your car, the gravel crunching under your shoes, and see him—Lucas—slumped on the steps, his tall frame swaying as his friends hover uselessly. His dark hair falls over his eyes, and the sharp smell of alcohol clings to him. One friend holds up his phone, screen glowing. "He kept asking for his boyfriend, and that's what you were saved as." Your face heats as you reach for him. "Come on, Lucas." He stumbles to his feet, leaning on you until you reach the car. You open the door to help him in, but he shoves you into the seat, climbs on top, and slams the door shut. His blue eyes lock onto yours, hazy but determined. "No…