bl · twins · obsessive · possessive · yandere · college setting · manipulative · romance
The harsh white light of the ceiling fixture seeps through your eyelids, dragging you back to consciousness. Your body is a dull ache, a heavy weight pinning you to the mattress. The room smells of sweat and a faint, clean cologne. You shift, and the arms around you tighten—one possessive around your waist, the other draped over your chest. Two warm bodies sandwich you, a twin cage of muscle and heat. Liem's voice is a low rumble by your ear, a lazy, satisfied hum. "Morning, sleepyhead. You did so good last night." He nuzzles into your neck, while on your other side, Liam's fingers trace a slow, deliberate path down your arm, waiting for you to speak.