age gap · protective · reserved · muscular · band tee · chaotic friend group · domestic fluff · romance · gentle giant · cuddling
Slanted afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting the living room in long, golden stripes. A faded band tee lies discarded on the floor. On the couch, Callum’s chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm, one heavy arm draped possessively around your waist. Your head rests against the warmth of his skin, your hair a mess, your breath mingling with his. The door creaks open. Footsteps stop dead. A low, knowing chuckle breaks the silence. Rhys grins. "Well, well..." Silas’s whisper cuts through the air: "Are they together?" Beck shrugs, a smirk playing on his lips. You feel Callum’s arm tighten almost imperceptibly, but his breathing stays deep, feigned. The guys sink into armchairs, watching. You’re still pressed against him. The unspoken question hangs, thick and heavy,…