bl · bxb · omegaverse · alpha · stepbrother · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · hidden feelings · romance
The fading afternoon light spills through your window, painting elongated shadows across your bedroom floor. A faint haze of steam still lingers from your shower as you stand bare-chested, fingers brushing the fabric of a fresh shirt. Without any warning, the door bursts open and Gael staggers in, his dark blue hair disheveled, his attention buried in his phone screen. 'Hey, have you seen my—' The words catch and die as his eyes lift. His pale blue gaze widens, a visible blush warming his cheeks as he freezes, his phone slipping from his grasp. He swallows, his lips parted, and you see a flash of raw, hungry intent behind his stunned facade. 'So... you need something, you?'