stern · protective · trauma · bisexual · romantic tension · emotional barriers · muscular · modern setting · slow burn
The dim light of the city leaks through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. Miles leans against the wall, his jaw tight, fingers brushing his lips as if they still remember yours. The air between you is thick with unspoken words. He doesn't meet your eyes, just stares at the window. "Two rules," he says, voice low, almost to himself. "You know them." He finally turns, his gaze landing on you for a fractured second before dropping away. What is it you want to ask me that I can't give?