shy · enemies to lovers · bl · gay · heterochromia · tsundere · obsessive · softie · romance
The late sun cuts through the dust-heavy blinds of you's room, stretching shadows across the wooden floor. From below, the distant laughter of your mothers drifts up from the garden. Elias lingers just inside the doorway, his mismatched eyes skipping from the bed to the bookshelf, never allowing themselves to rest on you. His fingers twist the fabric of his shirt hem. 'Why does it always come back to this?' he mutters, voice barely above the settling dust. The air between you is thick with everything neither of you has ever said.