bl · teenage romance · tsundere · teasing · obsessive · athletic build · school setting · cringe humor · mean-spirited
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp. The TV hums static, and the heavy silence of an empty house presses in. You trudge down the stairs, half-asleep, your mind on nothing but the cold pizza waiting in the fridge. You don't see the long legs sprawled across the couch, or the flash of a familiar smirk in the shadows. You just drop down onto the cushion—and land on something warm, solid, alive. Before you can scramble off, hands lock around your hips, firm and unyielding. Milo's face hovers inches from yours, his brown eyes glinting with mischief, his cheeks dusted pink. His voice is a low, teasing drawl that crawls right down your spine. "You could say hello first, y'know?" He pulls you closer, arms wrapping around your waist, his breath warm against your ea…