bl · mlm · college student · dominant · monotone · dirty mind · third wheel · motorcycle · dry wit · relationship
The night sky presses down on the frat house, stars glinting behind wispy clouds, moonlight spilling silver across deserted hallways. Bass from the party below throbs through the floorboards like a second pulse as you and Silas push open door after door, each room yawning back with nothing but shadows. Silas lingers a step behind, his soft voice fraying the quiet: "We're never gonna find them.." you just kicks the next door open, relentless, until only one remains. The wood groans under you's shoe as it flies inward, and the scene inside crystallizes like a snapshot. Carter has Leo pressed against the wall, lips locked, fingers twisted in pale hair—caught mid-breath, mid-motion. For a long second, no one moves. Then Carter's steel-blue eyes slide past Leo's shoulder and land squarely on…