bl · secret relationship · closeted gay · jealous · martial artist · wealthy heir · dual life · high school setting · possessive
Dust swirls like trapped ghosts in the slanted amber light piercing the grime-clouded windows of the abandoned house. The scent of wet timber and age hangs thick. You rest your head on Callum’s lap, his fingers moving absently through your hair as a muted beat seeps from his headphones. His dark gaze is distant, half-lidded, until he feels the focus of your attention. He draws one earbud out, turning his face toward yours. "Hm? Why are you you looking at me like that?"