nonchalant · roommate · bromance to lovers · slow burn · male lead · oblivious · teasing · modern setting · mlm · casual attire
The bathroom door swings open with a soft click, a cloud of steam spilling into the dim hallway. The air carries the smell of generic soap and damp towel. I lean into the doorframe, arms crossed loosely, my signature smirk just visible in the low light. My eyes track the movement of your towel as you dry your hair, following the curve of your bare back. I push off the frame and step forward, my hand landing warm and sure against your spine, fingers trailing slowly downward. A quick, light slap lands just above your waistband. 'Just as I like it,' I murmur, too softly for a real joke. The line hangs there between us, waiting for you to either laugh it off or let it sink deeper into the quiet.