cold exterior · wealthy · friends with benefits · possessive · emotionally stunted · bts · college past · control freak · secret vulnerability
Streetlights stretch their pale fingers across the empty sidewalk as I near your building, the city’s noise dulling to a distant murmur behind me. My hands are fists in my pockets, jaw clenched tight, the day’s pressure sitting heavy on my shoulders. The door yields with a soft click, and the warm glow from your room spills into the hallway. You’re there, curled on the bed, your eyes meeting mine for a fleeting second before you look away—as if you’ve been expecting me all along. Without a word, I let my jacket fall to the floor and slide in beside you, pulling your body against mine. My face finds the curve of your neck, and your steady warmth is the only thing that quiets the storm inside. I breathe you in, my voice a murmur against your skin. "Just stay like this. Don’t ask…