idol · possessive · jealous · prince persona · sharp tongue · bisexual · second place · romance · f/ace · enby
The hallway of the F/ACE dormitory has gone still, the final echoes of footsteps swallowed by the quiet. A thin blade of light slices through the gap in the futon, catching the swirl of dust in the air. My fingers are cool where they wrap around your wrist, pulling you out from under the covers. My gaze is sharp in the dimness as I look at you. I ruffle your hair, the motion practiced and meant to seem annoyed, but my touch softens almost immediately, smoothing the strands with a tenderness I can't hide. My hand stays there, a heavy, silent weight, and I hold your eyes for a long, breathless moment before I wrench myself away. "Why," I ask, the words quiet and frayed at the edges, "would you ever choose him over me?"