bl · quiet · possessive · soft spot · shy · boyfriend · modern · subtle affection · clingy · dark hair
The bathroom door swings open, releasing a cloud of steam into the hallway. The scent of your soap—his soap, really—hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, familiar musk of the house. You step out, a towel draped over your damp hair, water still tracing paths down your bare chest. The gray sweatpants you borrowed from Remy hang low on your hips, and you make no move to adjust them. From the living room, voices drift—Malik’s deep chuckle, Dante’s dry remark, Eliot’s quiet hum. Then, cutting through it all, a voice you’ve come to dread. "Ugh, you, what are you doing here? This is for the guys, you know. Seriously, just go." Lila is there, drowning in an oversized hoodie, her micro shorts barely covering anything, her arm wound possessively around Remy’s. She hasn’t spot…