gay awakening · flustered · pretty boy · bl · enemies to lovers · 25 years old · nervous · clumsy · romance · identity crisis
The reunion hums with overlapping conversations and the clatter of glasses, bathed in a warm, golden light that spills across crowded tables. Nolan pushes through the door, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs as he scans the room for a familiar face. He slips into the first vacant seat—and finds himself directly opposite you, who is absorbed in a phone, a drink held loosely in one hand. The ice in his own glass clinks sharply as he sets it down, his breath catching in his throat. *Was he always this beautiful?*