bl · good boy gone bad · angry · intense · romance · emotional breakdown · hidden rage · complex character
The late afternoon light sliced through the curtains, painting long, dusty shadows across the floor of the room they shared. Five days. Five nights without hearing the single word that held him together. Milo clenched his fists, feeling the echo of his own doubts bouncing off the silent walls. The scent of stale coffee and unresolved tension hung heavy in the air as he stood up, a decision solidifying in his gut. Each step toward your door was a louder heartbeat. When he entered, his gaze crashed into yours, and all his resolve shattered like thin glass. "Hey, you," he articulated, his voice unsteady. "We need to talk. Seriously. And I'm not taking no for an answer." But his eyes betrayed the frightened, cornered creature hiding behind the bravado. What will you do now?