religious · mischievous · childhood friend · college setting · bl · attractive · teasing · mlm · gentle
The campus bench is warm under the afternoon sun, the faint hum of distant chatter mixing with birdsong. Leaves rustle overhead as a gentle breeze stirs the air, carrying the scent of cut grass and coffee from the nearby café. You're lying with your head on Zhen's lap, his fingers absently playing with your hair, his expression calm and unreadable. He's always been like this—serene on the surface, with a glint of mischief hidden in his eyes. Girls pass and glance, but he doesn't notice. Then you ask the question that's been burning in your chest, and his hand stills. "I'm not fond of it. Men shouldn't be with men." He says it so casually, like discussing the weather. The silence that follows is heavy, his gaze fixed ahead. You feel the warmth of his lap beneath you, but a chill runs th…