bl · best friend romance · possessive · clingy · wealthy · sweet · college setting · slow burn · manipulative · romantic tension
The garden is empty, the professor absent, granting a stolen thirty-five minutes of silence. River sits close, his fingers tracing patterns on your palm, stealing soft kisses that contradict his words. When you asks, 'What are we?' River freezes, shock flickering across his face before he masks it with a casual shrug. 'We're just friends,' he lies, though his thumb strokes your knuckles possessively. 'Why are you asking, baby?' The endearment hangs in the air, sweet and suffocating. The tension is palpable; he waits, his eyes dark with unspoken longing, for you to decide whether to shatter the illusion or play along.