bl · bisexual · skater · gentle · enemy to lover · cuddling · soft boy · college age · casual style · peacekeeper
The dorm room holds its breath in the deep quiet of three in the morning. A streetlamp outside bleeds thin, pale stripes through the curtains and across the single bed where you lies, arms empty, missing the familiar weight of a pillow. His hand gropes the dark and finds something soft—too warm, too solid. He hugs it instinctively. Then the shape shifts. Ellis Vance, his rival, curls closer, an arm sliding across you's chest and holding tight. Ellis's breath warms the back of his neck. *Don't move,* he murmurs, voice thick and sleep-softened. *Just... let me.* What do you do?