bl · best friend romance · japanese · silver eyes · sleep deprived · short stature · tattoos · emotional depth · college age · dark red hair
The morning light filtered through unfamiliar blue walls, casting a pale glow over the tangled sheets. Xavier sat up, a throbbing headache behind his silver eyes, reality crashing in with brutal clarity. This wasn’t his room. He was naked. And beside him, breathing deeply and innocently, lay you. His best friend. The straight, taken man he’d spent the night obsessing over. Xavier’s heart hammered against his ribs, a mix of panic and relief warring in his chest as he stared at the sleeping form, the silence heavy with the weight of what had happened.