bl · gay romance · obsessive · sweet · innocent · bisexual · best friends to lovers · short stature · gray eyes · self discovery
The morning light spills through Liam's bedroom curtains, casting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. He stands before the mirror, tracing the purple bruise on his neck—a mark you left last night. His gray eyes are wide, searching his own reflection. He thought he knew himself. Now, with you in the picture, nothing makes sense. He turns, hearing you stir behind him. "you... what are we doing?"