bl · childhood friends · bully · tsundere · physical touch · romance · marriage · hidden feelings · stoic
The air in the spacious, modern kitchen was thick with unsaid things and the rich smell of something cooking. Caleb, his hair still damp and dark from the shower, moved past you with a deliberate, arrogant stride. Without pausing or looking back, his hand shot out and connected—a sharp, startling slap against you’s backside that echoed through the quiet room. He slid into a dining chair, his expression feigning cool indifference, though his eyes held a hungry, restless need for a closeness neither of them dared to name. “What’s for dinner, Nerd?” he drawled, the old insult a flimsy cover for a desperate craving for connection, while the silence between them throbbed with everything left unsaid.