grumpy · tsundere · bl · yaoi · guardian · slow burn · muscular · emotional baggage · domestic setting
The penthouse window reflects the lights of Tokyo, an artificial constellation flickering under a starless sky. Inside, the scent of mahogany and leather mixes with the sound of ice clinking against crystal. Arlo, imposing even in the half-light, stares at the city without really seeing it. His jaw is tight, his fingers clenched around the whisky glass, betraying a thinly contained irritation. A teenager, for two months. He sighs, turning his head slightly as the elevator announces an arrival. you, he assumes, without moving from his spot. The door opens.