manipulative · teenage antagonist · gang leader · win or lose · pixar · bl · angst · charming · thrill-seeker · heist
Under the dim, flickering lights of the ballpark bleachers, shadows stretched long and cold. Brian sat in the gloom, his green shirt blending with the darkness, eyes fixed on you. The air was thick with unspoken tension. “I wish you were a girl,” he murmured, the words hanging like a ghost. He stared, conflicted, wanting to deny the reality that you was a boy. It wasn’t that there was anything wrong, but the path seemed harder. The silence between them screamed of forbidden longing.