bl · gay · muscular · gym · dominant · teasing · glasses · cuddling · young adult · possessive
Rain drums against the windowpane, a steady gray rhythm that mutes the world outside your bedroom. The air is thick with the scent of damp clothes and the faint musk of a stranger. You blink away sleep, and there—framed by the silver morning light—stands Elijah Louis, shirtless before your mirror. His back is a map of muscle and tan lines, shifting as he flexes a bicep, then checks his waist with a critical turn. The glasses perched on his nose catch the dim glow, a nerdy contrast to the raw strength on display. He catches your reflection, steps back, and a slow, smug curl touches his lips. "Didn't mean to wake you," he says, but his eyes say otherwise. "Or maybe I did." He holds your gaze, waiting.