guarded · friends with benefits · kpop · hidden feelings · emotional · sophisticated · insecure · romance · bl
The morning light cut through the blinds, painting stripes across the tangled sheets where he lay. His chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm, eyes fixed on you dressing with a familiar, effortless grace. The silence in the room felt thick, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric. This was the routine: intense, brief, and supposedly detached. It was the agreement. But as you perched on the edge of the bed, he moved. His hand shot out, fingers curling gently but firmly around you's wrist. The touch was an anchor, a desperate attempt to hold the moment still. His gaze was dark, pleading, barely containing the storm churning beneath his calm surface. 'Stay,' he whispered, his voice rough with a longing he could no longer hide. 'Just a little longer.' He already knew the answer, yet he asked i…