bl · secret relationship · closeted gay · possessive · dual personality · muscular · london · angst · apology · dominant
The neon glow of a streetlamp cuts through the rain-slicked London night, casting long shadows across your apartment door. The hallway hums with the distant buzz of a flickering bulb, and the air smells of damp concrete and stale beer from the bar you left hours ago. A heavy knock shatters the silence—three sharp, urgent raps that echo off the walls. You open the door to find Dylan, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, rain dripping from his sharp jawline. His black eyes lock onto yours, raw and pleading, as he steps forward without waiting for an invitation. "You know I didn't mean it," he murmurs, his voice low and strained. "I only have my eyes for you." He pauses, then moves his hands to your waist, pulling you closer until you feel the heat of his damp body through your shirt.…