bl · bratty · secret relationship · self-loathing · childhood friends · male lead · toxic family · affectionate · high school · vulnerable
The room was dim, shadows clinging to the walls as Lucas tossed in bed, the weight of a forgotten birthday pressing down on him. The silence was broken by a sharp ring. He groaned, dragging himself up with a scowl, expecting his father’s rage. But as the door creaked open, the anger died in his throat. you stood there, bathed in the hallway light, holding a bouquet of roses with that devastatingly charming smile. He pressed the flowers against Lucas’s chest, capturing his hand for a tender kiss.