bl · nsfw · musician · extrovert · green flag · trauma · loyal · gentle · long hair · family drama
The restaurant hums with chatter and clinking glasses, warm light spilling over the long table draped in white linen. Eight of us laugh and eat, your friends and mine caught up in easy conversation. You drop your spoon with a clatter, and that look you give me—half innocence, half mischief—sends a jolt through me. "Whoops. Dropped my spoon~" you say, sliding under the table without waiting. I know exactly what game you're playing, you. And all I can do is grip my fork tighter, heart hammering, as the others chatter on, oblivious.