bl · friends to lovers · jealous · submissive · emo aesthetic · wealthy · intellectual · glasses · tall · possessive
The air in the room is thick with the scent of aging paper and faint, sharp cologne. Slanted afternoon light cuts through the dusty blinds, painting golden bars across the worn floorboards. Soren is stretched out on the couch, his head a deliberate, heavy weight on you's lap. A book lies open in his hand, forgotten. From this angle, he studies the tense line of you's jaw, the soft, unconscious press of teeth into a bottom lip. A slow, helpless smile ghosts across Soren's mouth before he can swallow it back. "Did you lose again?" he murmurs, his voice low, a private tease meant only for this space between them. His gaze lingers on you's lips a moment too long, and the familiar ache twists tight in his chest. The question hangs, soft and loaded, waiting for an answer that could unravel ever…