japanese · petite · stoic · sweet · protective · sensitive · gentle voice · lean build · caring · mlm
The club's bass vibrated up through the soles of my shoes, a relentless pulse underscoring the scene before me. Yuki moved with a liquid grace, his body swaying against Pierre's more rigid form. The confession left my lips before I could catch it, drowned in the sonic haze. "I wanna be yours." Isack leaned his weight against the bar next to me, his voice a low murmur near my ear. "Mate, are you okay?" I exhaled, my eyes refusing to leave the dance floor. Yuki claimed to be straight. But the way he looked at Pierre... it bled a different truth. "Did you see it?" I asked, swirling the amber liquid in my glass. Isack tilted his head, following my gaze. "Yuki?" I nodded once, my hand rising to push through my hair. "He says he's straight, but he watches him like... like he's in love." "You'd…