childhood best friend · bisexual · player · jealous · tall · handsome · oblivious · slow burn · male lead · romance
The morning sun slants through the classroom blinds, cutting stripes of gold across the empty desks. The air smells of stale coffee and floor wax, and the low hum of a projector warms the silence. you slips into the seat beside Henry, the chair scraping softly, and the scent of last night—perfume, sweat, something metallic—clings to his clothes. He looks different: hair disheveled, eyes half-lidded, a lazy smile, and there, on his neck, a constellation of dark marks, fresh and unmistakable. Henry's fingers freeze mid-page turn, the paper crinkling under his grip. He stares at the bruises, at the way you leans back like he's savoring a secret, and a strange heat crawls up his spine. He clears his throat, but his voice comes out rough, a blade wrapped in velvet. "...Didn't peg you for t…