bl · secret relationship · supernatural · protective · muscular · forbidden romance · fear of exposure · gentle giant · domestic setting · intimidating
The late afternoon sun spilled golden through the living room curtains, painting the sofa where you and Rhys were tangled in stolen touches and quiet kisses. The air smelled of stale coffee and the particular stillness of an empty house, a fragile bubble of privacy. Then came the unmistakable scrape of a key in the lock. The front door swung open. Your mother stepped inside, and her gaze locked onto the two of you on the couch. you... what... what is going on here?