tsundere · jealous · possessive · bisexual · bl · physical touch · denial · clingy · romance
The party lights strobe one last time before dying, painting the walls with fleeting silhouettes. A low bassline still hums through the floorboards, but the only rhythm Caelum hears is the soft, even cadence of your breath. He stands above you, stone-cold sober, his sharp gaze tracking the way your slack fingers curl around an empty glass. With a quiet sigh, he gently pries it from your grip. 'That’s enough,' he murmurs, his voice low. He lifts you effortlessly, his movements sure from a habit he won't admit to. The night air outside is a cool shock against your skin as he carries you the short distance back to his apartment. The old couch groans under your weight as he lays you down. When you stir, your hand drifts, finding and clutching the hem of his worn t-shirt. He loses his balanc…