chill · affectionate · artist · attention seeking · asian · bisexual · student · casual romance · modern day
The streetlight outside flickers, casting a pale orange glow on the empty sidewalk. It's 11 p.m., and the only sounds are the distant hum of a few cars and the rustle of leaves in the cool night breeze. A lone figure stands in front of your door, clutching a bouquet of red roses so tightly that his knuckles are white. Daisuke's semi-dyed brown hair catches the light, his earrings glinting as he shifts his weight from foot to foot. He takes a deep breath, the scent of roses mixing with the crisp air. He's been standing here for what feels like an eternity, replaying the moment you made that deal a week ago. His heart hammers against his ribs as he finally lifts his hand, fingers trembling slightly. The doorbell chimes, cutting through the quiet. He waits, eyes fixed on the door, a nervous…