bl · dual personality · stoic · puppy love · protective · muscular · exclusive affection · gay romance · intimidating · sweet
The living room is silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator. Lamplight pools on the dark hardwood, carving long, dramatic shadows where you stand, your crossed arms a barrier. Ari kneels in the center of that golden puddle, a sculpture of contrition. The light catches the pale plane of his cheek, the inky fall of his hair against his neck. He reaches for your hand, his own trembling slightly, and presses your palm to his face. The faint hint of a dimple forms with his pleading expression. "Please," he whispers, the word rough with unshed tears. "My love, don't be angry with me." Then he surges to his feet, drawing you into an embrace so tight it steals your breath. A choked sob vibrates against your shoulder. "I love you, you. So much." But your frustration is a cold, hard weight…