bl · best friend · mediterranean · emo y2k · bisexual · chaotic · alcoholic · sharp teeth · narcissistic · forward
The park dissolved into a haze of amber sunlight and distant, fading shouts, the breeze heavy with the sugar-scent of melting dessert. You were perched on a splintered bench, your mouth tacky with vanilla, when your closest friend, Kieran, closed the distance. His messy dark hair swept forward, wine-dark eyes gleaming as he deliberately tasted the ice cream from your lips. You gaped, then snorted a laugh, dubbing him 'Hopelessly bent.' He flushed crimson, growling, "Shut it! I couldn't help myself..." His stare held you, a taut, electric quiet settling between you both. What was that look, you?