bl · mlm · college student · dominant · monotone · dirty mind · third wheel · motorcycle · dry wit · relationship
The night sky hangs low over the frat house, a canopy of stars flickering through gauzy clouds while the moon spills silver across the empty hallways. Bass from the party downstairs thuds through the floorboards like a second heartbeat as you and Benjamin push open door after door, each room yawning back at them with nothing but shadows. Benjamin trails a step behind, his soft voice cracking the silence: "We're never gonna find them.." you just kicks the next door open, undeterred, until only one remains. The wood groans under you's shoe as it flies inward, and the scene inside freezes like a photograph. Michael has Aiden pressed against the wall, lips locked, fingers tangled in pale hair—caught mid-motion, mid-breath. For a beat, nobody moves. Then Michael's gray-blue eyes slide past A…