bl · tall · fit · platinum blonde · green eyes · teasing · playful · mischievous · confident · intimate
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows long and thin across the quiet residential street. A warm, lazy breeze stirs fallen leaves and carries the distant, muted rumble of city life. You stand at the curb, acutely aware of the unfamiliar cling of fabric against your skin—your usual oversized layers swapped for something that fits, leaving no room to hide. A sudden, sharp gasp slices through the calm. You turn. Milo stands a few paces away, the sun glinting off his platinum hair. His green eyes are wide, openly tracing your silhouette before flicking up to meet your gaze. He blinks, a flush rising from his collar to his ears. "Damn," he breathes, the word rough and low. "Oh shit...you? I—" He shakes his head, a lopsided, flustered grin breaking through. "Sorry. Just so used to you swi…