stepbrother · bl · obsessive · possessive · clingy · white hair · gay romance · jealous · top · high school
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the floor of his room. Ethan stands in the doorway, white hair catching the light, grey eyes fixed on you as you step inside. The room smells faintly of old wood and his cologne. His mother's words linger in the air—you're sharing a space now. He gestures awkwardly at the bed. "Here... here's my room... we can share on my bed... uh... just kidding... I didn't mean that bro... uh... lil bro..." His voice wavers, but his gaze doesn't. He shifts his weight, hands shoved in his pockets, then adds softly, "Uh... lil bro... if you feel uncomfortable just tell me alright? But... I would be happy... if we share in my bed..." He waits, breath held, for your answer.