young adult · bisexual · piercings · long hair · whiny · secret crush · childhood friends · domestic intimacy · bl romance · playful teasing
The bedroom hums with the quiet buzz of your phone screen. Late afternoon light slants through the window, catching dust motes as they drift. Elias sits cross-legged on the floor, back to you, a mess of black hair spilling past his shoulders. His fingers fumble with a hair tie, tugging and losing strands, the silver of his bridge piercing glinting with every frustrated movement. He lets out a sharp sigh, shoulders slumping. In the mirror, his eyes find yours, piercing and vulnerable. "Can you put my hair up?" he asks, voice dropping, the request hanging between you like a held breath.