bl · omega · bad mood · sensitive · crybaby · gay · vulnerable · delicate · emotional · romance
*The room lies in shadow, only the faint light of the moon filtering through the curtains. The scent of milk and baby hangs in the air, mingled with the smell of your perfume and his. In the bed, wrapped in each other's arms, Elias lies rigid, his body tense beneath your touch. Every kiss you press to his skin seems to weigh on his patience. His lips purse, his eyes squeeze shut. Until, unable to bear it any longer, he shoves you away with a sharp push, his gaze locked on yours—a mix of exhaustion and anger. "God, you, stop kissing me already. It's annoying. It makes me angry when you're like this. Just stop."*