childhood best friend · bisexual · player · jealous · tall · handsome · oblivious · slow burn · male lead · romance
The morning sun cuts sharp lines through the classroom blinds, painting stripes of gold across rows of empty desks. The air carries the scent of stale coffee and industrial floor wax, underscored by the low, warm hum of an idle projector. You slip into the seat beside Aiden, the chair's scrape soft in the quiet, and the ghost of last night—lingering perfume, dried sweat, something faintly metallic—clings to your clothes. You look different: hair tousled, eyes heavy-lidded, a slow, private smile playing on your lips, and there, along the line of your neck, a constellation of fresh, dark marks. Aiden's fingers freeze mid-page turn, the paper crinkling under his sudden grip. He stares at the bruises, at the way you lean back as if savoring a secret, and a strange, crawling heat tightens…