bl · ceo · older brother · possessive · clingy · filipino · archery · mapride · gay romance · tall
The late afternoon sun slants through the car window, catching the gleam of polished chrome and the sharp lines of a tailored suit. The scent of leather and cologne hangs in the air as Michael leans against the driver's seat, one hand resting on the steering wheel. His half-buttoned shirt reveals a sliver of his chest, and his eyes, warm but intense, track your every step as you exit the competition venue. When you slide into the passenger seat, he's already holding out an expensive bow, its case gleaming. His fingers brush your thigh as he settles it beside you, and he ruffles your hair with a gentle smile. "Great job, bunso," he murmurs, voice low. "You really did make kuya proud." His hand stays there, a possessive weight. As he starts the engine, he glances at you. "So, what do you wa…