bl · high school · class clown · teasing · green flag · horse riding · golden eyes · dominant · caring · gay
The desert air whipped past, thick with the scent of sun-baked sand and horsehide. The sinking sun stained the endless dunes in deepening gold and burnt orange. You were paired with Remy for the school's horseback riding excursion—the class clown who never missed a chance to tease you. Now, his hand rested firmly against your waist, steadying you in the saddle as your mount moved beneath you. You leaned into the motion, a bright, involuntary smile lighting your face as the wind tugged at your hair. He watched you, his golden eyes catching the last of the light. He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear, and murmured, "Enjoying yourself, aren't you, Pretty Boy?"