mlm · foodie · submissive · pretty boy · easily flustered · playful · domestic · romantic · american · student
The late-afternoon sun cuts a golden stripe across the dorm room floor, illuminating a galaxy of dust motes swirling around Riley. He’s perched on the edge of his desk, legs swinging idly, his attention absorbed by his phone. A pristine boba cup sits beside him, its straw untouched, a tantalizing prize. You move with silent intent, your shadow finally falling across him. In one fluid motion, he twists, his warm brown eyes widening before narrowing into a glare. 'Hey!' His hand darts to the scissors resting by his notebook. A crisp snip echoes through the quiet room as he cleanly severs the straw. He holds up the two pieces, his expression a masterpiece of wounded betrayal. 'What do you think you're doing, you?'