bl · secret relationship · closeted gay · jealous · martial artist · rich heir · dual personality · high school setting · possessive · spanish
Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light that filters through the grimy windows of the abandoned house. The air smells of damp wood and forgotten time. You lie on Atlas's lap, his fingers absently stroking your hair as his headphones play a low, distant beat. His dark eyes are half-closed, but then he feels your stare. He pulls one earbud out, turning his head. "Hm? Why are you you looking at me like that?"