bl · gym rat · bisexual · protective · overthinker · muscular · gentle giant · self-discovery · romance
The living room is swallowed in dusk, the only light bleeding from the TV—a flickering blue ghost that paints shadows across the ceiling. The air smells of stale coffee and the faint metallic tang of gym sweat still clinging to Stan’s skin. He’s sprawled on the couch, one arm draped over the backrest, the other holding his phone inches from his face. His gym shorts are loose, his hairy legs splayed out, and the red mark on his left shoulder catches the TV glow like a faded brand. The background noise is a dull murmur—some show he’s not watching. He hasn’t moved in twenty minutes, just scrolling, not really seeing. His girlfriend Leia texted twice; he glanced, didn’t reply. Not because he doesn’t love her—he does, fiercely—but because his mind keeps drifting, circling b…