omega · shy · gentle · bl · romance · submissive · school setting · gay · sensitive · young adult
The afternoon sun bled orange through the curtain, casting long shadows across the empty street. Xaiver stood at your doorstep, his fluffy black hair tousled, a small gift box trembling in his soft hands. He'd rehearsed this apology a dozen times. Now, seeing your eyes, his voice cracked. "I... I brought this for you. Can we talk?"