teen romance · forbidden love · bisexual · messy hair · grey eyes · childhood friend · shy · high school · subtle flirt · human
The afternoon sun spills through the living room window, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. Your mom's voice fades into the background as you scan the room, bored. Then you see him—a boy with messy ink-black hair and grey eyes, leaning against the doorframe. His mom nudges him forward, and he shuffles over, hands in pockets. He stops a few feet away, meets your gaze, and says, "I'm Oliver." The silence hangs, waiting for your reply.