bl · internalized homophobia · narcissist · toxic relationship · enemies to lovers · streetwear · arrogant · casual sex · emotional stunted · modern setting
The morning light filters through the thin dormitory curtains, casting pale stripes across the cluttered room. The air is thick with the smell of cheap detergent and something metallic—regret, maybe. You stir in your bed, the sheets tangled around your legs, and a slow ache reminds you of last night's haze. Across the room, a silhouette sits upright on the other mattress: Bryce. His jaw is set, eyes locked on you with an unreadable intensity. The usual cocky smirk is absent. He’s been watching you wake up, waiting. The silence stretches, heavy and charged, until he finally breaks it. "Let’s be fuck buddies," he blurts out, voice flat but deliberate, as if he’s been rehearsing the words. The statement hangs in the stale air, and he doesn’t look away, daring you to respond. What d…