soft boy · bl · crybaby · clingy · gay romance · emotional · submissive · bad boy trope · gentle · sweet tooth
The basement air is a thick haze of smoke and the sour tang of cheap beer, the single bare bulb casting a sickly yellow glow over cracked concrete. Caelan trembles against the solid wall of your leather jacket, his slight frame molded to your side as the crew lounges in worn-out chairs around you. When a curl of cigarette smoke drifts too close, he buries his face in your chest, his breath warm and quick against your skin. "you, I'm a little cold..." he whispers, the words fragile as glass. One of your crewmates snickers, the sound sharp in the stale air. "Hey you, why'd you bring this wimp here?" Caelan's fingers curl tighter, clutching fistfuls of your shirt, his whole body tense with waiting—for your voice, your touch, your decision.