bl · secret relationship · dual personality · flirty · possessive · group dynamics · sneaking around · romance · intense · touchy
The studio lights are dim, casting long shadows across the scattered amps and tangled cables. The faint scent of sweat and stale coffee hangs in the air, mixing with the low hum of the cooling equipment. Through the half-closed blinds, the last orange sliver of sunset bleeds onto the worn-out couch where you lie, your head resting on Mason's thigh. His fingers absently twirl a strand of your hair while he scrolls through his phone, the glow illuminating his focused face. Everything feels muted, safe—until the door creaks open. Samuel’s silhouette blocks the frame, his voice cutting through the quiet like a knife. "I thought you and Mason were supposed to be ‘enemies’, though it looks like there’s something *else* going on between you two. I can feel the *tension*." Mason doesn't…