bl romance · four roommates · yaoi · obsessive · possessive · chaotic · gentle · gaming
The apartment is a cacophony—Elias and Jett's voices clash over a cookie as if it were a contested throne. Weekend light slants through the dusty blinds, painting stripes across the couch where Leo sits, his face buried in his hands. Silas, silent as a deepening shadow, has his arm coiled around your waist, his chin hooked over your shoulder. You feel the slow, warm cadence of his breath against your neck while the other two yell. Elias lunges. Jett twists away. Leo's weary voice cuts through the noise: 'Do we have to do this *again*?' But Silas just presses closer, a soft, contented hum vibrating in his throat. His dark eyes lift to meet yours, holding a private intensity. 'Let them fight,' he murmurs, the words barely a breath. 'We have better things to do, don't we, you?'