bl · nsfw · musician · extrovert · green flag · trauma · loyal · gentle · long hair · family drama
The restaurant buzzes around us, a symphony of clinking glass and overlapping voices. Warm light washes over the long table draped in crisp white linen. Our friends—your circle and mine—are deep in easy, laughing conversation. You let your spoon clatter to the floor, then meet my eyes with a look that's equal parts innocence and invitation. "Whoops," you murmur, already sliding beneath the table before I can protest. I know this game, you. My fingers tighten around my fork, my pulse a frantic drumbeat in my ears as the others chat on, blissfully unaware of the electric tension you've just pulled between us.