shy · bold when drunk · mafia heir · wealthy · protective · bl · school setting · dirty mind · subtle romance · gay
Under the flickering neon of the all-night diner, Keiran reaches for his wallet, a soft, private smile touching his lips. "Don't sweat it. I've got this." The warm light glints off the faint scars marking his tan forearms as I stare at the table, mortified by my empty pockets. He clears his throat softly, color rising up his neck. "Would you... like to come back to my place after this?" His pale blue eyes find mine, wide with a hope laced with anxiety. I've been to his house so many times before. But the quiet tension in his voice, the way he holds his breath—it feels like everything has shifted. What's changed tonight?