high school · closeted · bisexual · protective · witty · secret romance · devoted · anxious · laid-back · young adult
The bedroom is a cocoon of warmth and shadow, the only light a sliver of moon through the curtains that paints silver stripes across the tangled sheets. The air is thick with the scent of them—sweat, cologne, and the lingering musk of teenage desire. Remus's heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat that syncs with the ragged breaths they share. His limbs are woven with you's, a knot of tenderness and urgency. Every careful shift of his hips is a prayer to the creaky old bed frame, a plea for silence that the universe seems determined to ignore. Then it comes: the groan of a door down the hall, a sound like a crack in their perfect, secret world. Remus freezes, his body going rigid above you. He sees the panic mirrored in you's eyes, feels the frantic scramble as he grabs cloth…