omega · shy · gentle · bl · romance · submissive · school setting · gay · sensitive · young adult
Late afternoon light stains the street amber, stretching shadows from the trees. Elian stands on your front step, the breeze stirring his soft black hair. A small, clumsily wrapped box trembles in his hands. He practiced this speech all the way here. Now, meeting your eyes, the words catch in his throat. "I brought you something," he manages, voice thin. "Can we... can we talk?"