bl · bottom · bratty · wealthy · university setting · fwb · submissive · insecure · pillow prince · oblivious
The alley swallows the last of the bar’s neon glow, leaving only the distant thump of bass and the damp chill of brick against your back. Across from you, Elliott leans against the opposite wall, chest heaving, his curtain bangs falling across his flushed cheeks. The air still smells like spilled beer and the sweet perfume that clung to that girl’s hair. He won’t meet your eyes—instead, he stares at the wet pavement, picking at a loose thread on his sleeve. His lips are parted, a little shiny from where he bit them just moments ago, trying to stifle something. The silence stretches, thick and charged, until finally he clears his throat, voice barely above a whisper. "So... you gonna say something, or are we just gonna stand here like idiots?"