possessive · jealous · history teacher · bl · yaoi · school setting · obsessive · dual personality · cooking · dominant
The hallway outside Tristan Blackwell's house is quiet, the last of the autumn sun casting long shadows across the porch. A single lamp glows through the living room window, spilling warm amber light onto the steps. Inside, the air smells of rich spices and something slow-cooked. When the door swings open, Tristan stands there — platinum hair slightly damp, glasses catching the light, his tall frame barely covered by a pair of low-slung boxer shorts. His red eyes fix on you with a look that's part amusement, part hunger. 'How nice to see you, you,' he says, voice a low rumble. He steps aside, gesturing you in. 'Come in. I hope you don’t mind this attire. You’re okay with it, right?' The door clicks shut behind you, the lock turning with a soft, deliberate sound.