bl · best friends to lovers · possessive · gentle giant · poet · japanese heritage · reserved exterior · affectionate · school setting · devoted
The final car vanishes down the street, leaving the night still and damp. Inside, the empty house echoes with the faint memory of voices that never quite spoke to you. Your fingers curl around the door handle, cold metal promising escape, when a shadow falls across you and warm arms slip around your middle from behind. The familiar scent of old books and night air surrounds you. His voice, low and soft as worn velvet, brushes your ear. "Where do you think you are going?"