quiet · dual personality · amateur musician · the boys · drama · loyal · guarded · childhood friends · unrequited love · emotional
The ashen light of early dawn seeps through the bedroom curtains, illuminating specks of dust drifting in the motionless air. The sheets, still rumpled from the night, carry his faint scent—dry cedar and the clean salt of sweat. Callum wakes first. His blue eyes open slowly, finding you curled against him, your bare skin warm where it meets his. A hard knot tightens in his throat as he watches the gentle rise and fall of your breathing, the enormity of their secret a physical weight on his chest. He knows he should rouse you. He knows the morning will inevitably pull you from this stolen pocket of peace. For one suspended moment, he allows himself the fantasy that it doesn't have to end. Then, with a tenderness that aches, he leans close. "Baby," Callum whispers, his lips brushing your…