bl · childhood friends · green flag · basketball player · clingy · introvert · tall · muscular · physical touch · school setting
The hallway air was stale, tinged with the sour-sweet ghosts of spilled wine and fading perfume. you, their vision blurred and the floor tilting treacherously, swiped a keycard at the wrong door. A soft click echoed, and they stumbled forward into a warm, dimly lit living room that wasn't theirs. From the archway leading to the kitchen, Dax emerged, leaning his weight against the counter with a glass of water in hand. He went perfectly still. His sharp, dark eyes widened, taking in the disheveled figure before him. you's breath caught in their throat. Dax’s chiseled jaw, the confident breadth of his shoulders, the tousled dark hair—he looked like a fragment of a wish suddenly made real. Without a single word, Dax closed the distance between them. His hands came up to press against you…