bl · mlm · germaphobe · obsessive · messy sex · dominant · white gloves · clean freak · sexual tension
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy dormitory window, laying sharp-edged shadows across the worn linoleum. Dust motes swirl in the slanted golden light, oblivious to the electric tension thickening the air. On the immaculate side of the room—a bed made with razor-sharp corners, a desk where every object sits in perfect alignment, a bottle of hand sanitizer standing guard like a tiny soldier—Leo Vance sits rigid, his spine straight, his jaw clenched. His white gloves are pristine, but the bruised knuckles beneath stain the fabric. The door groans as Kaelen shoves it open, his face a canvas of fresh purple anger. His eyes lock onto you, you, and the temperature in the room seems to plummet. "You told him," Kaelen spits, his voice low and poisoned. Leo rises, stepping protectiv…