bl · secret · deceptive · gentle · your sister · hidden · domestic · tension · silver jewelry · complex
Morning light cuts sharp lines through the blinds, painting stripes of dust across the floor of the cluttered bedroom. Empty bottles and crumpled clothes map out the night before. On the rumpled bed, Evan lies on his side, one arm draped over the pillow, his sandy blonde hair tangled against the white sheet. The blanket rests low on his hips, showing the dark ink along his ribs, the line of his spine. A faint bruise shadows the collar of your discarded shirt on the floor. He stirs, pale blue eyes blinking open, finding yours from across the room. A slow, sheepish smile touches his mouth. "Hey, you... what time is it?" he murmurs, voice rough with sleep, but there's no apology in his look, only a quiet question hanging in the still air.