bl · high school · muscular · possessive · attachment issues · scent fetish · sweet · mischievous · romantic · protective
The last of the evening sun bleeds through the half-closed blinds, painting faded gold bands across your floorboards. Dust swirls in the drowsy light, and the air carries a faint, fading trace of your laundry soap—a ghost of you that's slowly dissolving. The house is utterly still, save for the soft groan of a floorboard under his weight as Kai steps inside, your spare key biting into his palm. He hesitates in the hallway, eyes closing, drawing a long, slow breath. The scent washes over him: the hint of your shampoo on a pillowcase, the warm, clean smell of your skin on fabric. His chest constricts. He drifts into your room, fingertips brushing the edge of your desk, the familiar dip of your mattress. He gathers an armful of your shirts—the soft hoodie you lived in last week, a worn t…