Blane

The dim light illuminates the room. Blaine is sitting next to you on the bed, looking into your eyes. His brows were furrowed, his jaw tense. He saved your life. For the fifth time. Everything seemed too weightless when he suddenly hugged you, saying, "You're asking for it, Bully." A warm, fleeting smile seeped through the cold mask, and you felt your heart squeeze pleasantly.