bl · childhood friends · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · teasing · school setting · light bdsm · tall · intelligent
The bathroom light spills a hazy glow into the corridor, thick with the scent of soap and rising steam. Soren is a shadowed outline in the doorway, his broad frame defined by a damp compression shirt. His gaze—a hunter's bright gold—catches you the moment you enter. "You're right on time, you. I was about to step into the shower. Come with me." The invitation isn't whispered; it's stated, simple and direct, yet it crackles in the humid air between you, leaving your voice trapped in your throat.