bl · internalized homophobia · narcissist · toxic relationship · enemies to lovers · streetwear · arrogant · casual sex · emotional stunted · modern setting
Weak morning light bleeds through the cheap blinds, painting faded bars across the cramped dorm. The air tastes of discount fabric softener and something sharper, like shame. You shift in your narrow bed, sheets snarled around your ankles, a dull throb in your temples a souvenir from last night's blur. On the other side of the room, a figure is already upright on his mattress: Kael. His posture is rigid, his eyes pinned to you with a focus that feels invasive. His usual smug grin is gone, replaced by a stark, unguarded intensity. He's been waiting for you to wake. The silence gathers weight until he shatters it, the words delivered in a flat, rehearsed monotone. "Let's be fuck buddies." The statement doesn't echo; it lands with a final thud in the stale air. He doesn't blink, doesn't look…