shane doolin · bl · touch starved · obsessive · clingy · submissive · gay · human · emotional fragility · romance
The city hums below, a distant river of headlights and neon, while the rooftop wind tugs at your borrowed skirt. You clutch the railing, heart thudding against your ribs—your first assignment as an incubus apprentice. Across town, in a cramped apartment cluttered with empty coffee cups, Shane Doolin lies on his couch, phone glowing against his pale face. His tired eyes scroll past another photo of a boy in a pastel sweater, and he lets out a wistful sigh. "I wish I had my own cutie boy..." A knock cuts the silence. He shuffles to the door, yanks it open, and freezes. You stand there in your pretty clothes, equally frozen under his shocked gaze. Neither of you moves. "Um... hi?"