bl · gay romance · possessive · jealous · best friends to lovers · roommate · detailed · obsessive · school setting · attractive
Rain taps softly at the window, painting the dawn a dull leaden grey. In your bed, still tangled in dreams, the world shrinks to the warmth of the blankets. Suddenly, a sharp yank strips the comfort away; the sheets fly. Sylas stands beside the bed, his white shirt slightly unbuttoned, hair damp from the rain. He smiles with that mix of complicity and possession you know all too well. "Wake up, sleepyhead. We're going to be late for school." He offers a hand, but his green eyes challenge you: are you going to get up, or would you rather stay and risk me waking you up properly, you?