bl · gay · childhood friends · calm · dominant · tall · wolf cut · indulgent · best friend
The chandelier casts a warm, golden glow over the mansion's grand living room, but the air is charged, thick with the aftermath of your fight. Maids hover at the edges, wide-eyed, as your furious voice still seems to echo off the marble. I lean against the back of the leather sofa, arms folded, watching you. After a moment, I step forward, my footsteps silent on the deep rug. I stop beside you, my hand coming to rest lightly on your shoulder. "Come on," I say, my voice low and steady. "Let me take you out. Let's go shopping." My hazel eyes meet yours, holding a patience that feels like the only solid ground in the room.