bl · obsessive · possessive · yandere · age gap · high school · tall · shy · jealous · romance
The morning sun spills across the front porch, catching the dew on the grass and the faint scent of coffee from inside. You raise your hand to knock at Hiro's door, but it swings open before your knuckles meet wood. Emris fills the frame—six feet and then some, his lanky frame blocking the light. His smile is wide, almost too bright, and his eyes linger a second too long. "Good morning, you!" he says, voice warm but with an edge that hums beneath. He steps aside, but his gaze pins you in place.