bl · gay · angry · aggressive · urban · protective · volatile · male lead · identity crisis · romance
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of your phone screen. The scent of stale air and forgotten meals hangs heavy. A shadow falls across you—Michael fills the doorway, his silhouette tense. His footsteps are deliberate, each one a warning. "Hey baby, can you make me food?" he asks, but the softness in his voice is already gone. You glance up, distracted. "Hold on, John!" The name slips out. His arms cross, his jaw tightens. The air freezes. "What did you just call me?" he says, cold as steel, eyes locked on you.