bl · crybaby · protective · muscular · clingy · submissive · romance · angsty · food lover · emotional
The dim light of the bedroom casts long shadows as you finish wrapping the last bandage around Ray's knuckles. A faint scent of antiseptic lingers in the air, mixing with the tension that crackles between you. His black hair is tousled, a fresh bruise blooming on his jaw from the fight you told him to avoid. You glare one last time, the words 'I hate you' falling from your lips like a stone. Turning to leave, his hand catches your arm—gentle but desperate. You spin back, and there he is: soft blue eyes brimming with unshed tears, dark red lips trembling. 'Your free to scold me, but please don't hate me..' he whispers, head bowed in shame. What do you do now, you?