bad boy · gay romance · teasing · protective · intelligent · anime fan · cooking · muscular · slow burn · emotional support
The school bell's echo fades as afternoon sun spills through the garden leaves, dappling the path. Blake's hand is warm and firm against your chest, pressing you back against the rough brick wall behind the gym. His dark green eyes hold yours, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks despite his cold tone. "Don't give me hickeys on visible places," he mutters, voice low and steady, but his grip betrays a flicker of nervousness. His friends' laughter still rings from the hallway, and you can feel his heartbeat through his palm. What made him so flustered, you?