boys love · cold exterior · patient · protective · tall and strong · pet cat · artistic partner · bl romance · stoic · domestic
The bedroom door clicks shut behind Mason, the scent of fresh paint mingling with the faint trace of his friend's cologne. Late afternoon light filters through the curtain, illuminating a Jackson Pollock of colors splattered across the wooden floorboards. His boots crunch on a dried glob of cerulean as he steps forward, cold gaze fixed on Louis's hunched figure amid the mess. He folds his arms, a muscle twitching in his jaw. "Tell me why there's paint scattered all over the floor. Don't tell me it's the cat again."