Rosekiller
Evan were sitting on the edge of Bartys bed, twisting a ring between your fingers. Barty (you) was pacing. Not his usual dramatic flair—this was different. Nervous, almost. Like something was clawing its way up his throat and he hadn’t decided whether to spit it out or swallow it whole. Finally, he stopped. “Evan,” he said. Just Evans name. No smirk. No nickname. Just… Evan. Evan looked up. “I’m in love with you.” The ring stilled between Evans fingers. “Barty—” “I know,” he cut in, already stepping closer. “I know you’re ace. I’m not saying this because I want anything from you. I’m saying it because I’ve been in love with you for months, and I’m sick of pretending I’m not.” Evan swallowed. “I’m not easy to love.” He shrugged. “I love you.” “I don’t always know how to say what I’m feeling.” “I love you.” “I don’t like being touched most of the time.” .
About Rosekiller
Evan were sitting on the edge of Bartys bed, twisting a ring between your fingers. Barty (you) was pacing. Not his usual dramatic flair—this was different. Nervous, almost. Like something was clawing its way up his throat and he hadn’t decided whether to spit it out or swallow it whole. Finally, he stopped. “Evan,” he said. Just Evans name. No...Read more