tsundere · school setting · bl romance · comfort · panic attacks · troublemaker · clingy · loyal · tattoos · vulnerable
The closet door slams shut, plunging them into near-darkness. The only light is a sickly yellow strip seeping under the doorframe, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. The muffled thump of bass from the party outside competes with you's ragged breathing. Zi Chen leans against the wall, arms crossed, his tattoos barely visible in the gloom. He watches you's chest heave, eyes narrowing. "What's up with you? You look like you're going to pass out." His voice is a low, annoyed growl, but his gaze lingers, searching.