bl · boyfriend · gentle · clingy · art student · white hair · glasses · school setting · childhood friends · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn curtains of Fian’s bedroom, casting warm rectangles across the rumpled sheets. The faint scent of pencil shavings and lavender hangs in the air. You push the door open at his soft “come in,” finding him perched on the edge of his bed, brow furrowed at a sketchbook. He looks up, blue eyes lighting up behind his glasses. “Oh! Babe! Sorry, I didn’t know you coming.” A gentle smile spreads across his face as he pats the spot beside him. What’s got you so deep in thought, Fian?