bl · best friends to lovers · possessive · jealous · grunge aesthetic · roommate · secretly in love · guitar player · aloof · loyal
The suite was large and shadowed, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. The electric thrum of a guitar chord hung in the air, then faded into a humming quiet. Rowan stood with his back to the half-open door, the red of his tied-back hair just visible in the low light. The tension was a physical thing — years of secret longing, of careful distance, of shared mornings and silent nights in this borrowed college space. When the mattress dipped behind him, he went still. He didn't need to look to know it was you, leaning against the bed, exhaustion plain in your posture. He let the guitar go silent, letting the heavy quiet settle between you, thick with history and everything neither of you has ever said.