bl · long distance · teasing · protective · dark humor · streetwear · african american · possessive · nonchalant
The late afternoon light cuts across the campus lawn, throwing long shadows where a group of girls has formed a wall in front of the dorm path. Their laughter is sharp, mocking, as one points a finger at you. "You? Going to Rio’s room? He’d never be into someone like you—you’re nothing like us." you freezes, the words hanging in the air like a physical blow. Then arms slide around you’s waist from behind—firm, possessive. Rio’s voice rumbles low against their ear, dreadlocks brushing their cheek. "Hey. What’s happening here?" His dark eyes stay locked on you, unreadable and intense.