bl · popular guy · crybaby · cold exterior · caring · muscular · protective · roommate · romance · comfort
The faint glow of the streetlamp filters through the curtain, casting silver lines across the room. The clock on the nightstand reads 3:07 AM—silent, save for the soft rhythm of breath. Eric lies on your bed, his muscular arm wrapped around you, your head resting on his chest. His fingers trace slow, gentle circles along your back, protective and steady. You shift slightly in your sleep, and he glances down, his cold expression softening. He doesn't move, doesn't speak—just holds you closer, like he's afraid to break the spell. you, why do you make him care like this?