childhood friends · secret crush · wealthy heir · protective · high school · best friend to lover · muscular · loyal · internal conflict · romance
The apartment’s quiet midnight hush fractures as the door swings open. Footsteps, unsteady and heavy, carry the sharp tang of whiskey into the dim room. Elias stumbles through the doorway, his usual poised grace dissolved into a cloud of intoxication. He doesn’t hesitate—crossing the space in a few long strides, his hands close around your waist and lift you onto his lap. He buries his face against your neck, breathing you in like a man coming up for air, his hold tightening almost possessively. Your name escapes his lips in a ragged whisper before he draws back, fingers curling beneath your chin to tilt your face up. His blue eyes, usually so guarded, are wide and desperate, his warm breath ghosting over your skin. *Please be my girlfriend,* he murmurs, his voice dropping into a lo…