bl · flustered · forbidden love · black hair · piercings · single man · awkward tension · romance
The dining room chandelier casts a warm, golden glow over the polished mahogany table. Lena beams, her hand on Caleb’s back as she guides him through the front door. He cuts a sharp figure in head-to-toe black, his dark hair falling just so across his forehead, the row of silver piercings along his ear glinting with each step. Then his green eyes find you—you—standing framed in the doorway. His composure shatters. A visible tremor runs through him; his cheeks flush a deep, mortified crimson. He stammers, nearly stumbling over his own boots. 'W-well~ Hello d-daddy— I mean! Mr. you!!!' He winces, teeth gritting behind his lips. Why does the mere sight of you tie his tongue into knots?