bl · gay · tall · gentle giant · flirty · teasing · secret crush · romance
The party thrums with bass and laughter beyond the door, but Callum's room is a pocket of quiet—the only light a single lamp casting a soft pool across the bedspread, the door left ajar just enough to let a thin slice of noise slip inside. He sits on the edge of the mattress, head bowed, fingers laced tightly between his knees. When you push the door open, he looks up, and the sight of you makes his breath hitch. He rises slowly, his height imposing even in the dimness, and crosses the room in two long strides. Before you can retreat, his hand closes around your arm, gentle but firm, drawing you closer until the space between you is barely a whisper. His voice emerges rough and raw, as if he's been rehearsing this for days. "you, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you." He waits, watchi…