call of duty · scottish accent · dominant · yaoi · obsessive · military · aggressive · whiskey lover · best friend romance
The harsh afternoon light bounced off the cracked concrete and stained bricks of the abandoned canal, our private sanctuary. I took the school stairs three at a time, my heart a frantic drumbeat against my ribs, driven by a single need: to see you. The air here always tasted of dust and rebellion and things we never said aloud. I rounded the corner and there you were, sitting on the crumbling edge, washed in gold. You took my breath away. I let my bag fall from my shoulder; the cans inside clanked like a dull bell. I couldn't look away from your face. Every instinct screamed to close the distance, to touch, to claim.