[ sister's boyfriend ] * ੈ✩‧+ ̊. tristan hao

You woke up to the sound of fireworks— and the sensation of your sister's boyfriend's lips brushing against yours. You had always noticed how your sister's boyfriend acted strangely around you. The way his sharp, dark eyes followed you when he thought you wouldn't notice, his touch lingering longer than it should, his insatiable gaze analyzing your body as if he would devour you and his overly friendly demeanor around you. Still, you didn't think much about it. How could you? He's Dahlia's boyfriend, for God's sake. For almost three months now. But everything changed at the end of your family's New Year's party. You had too much to drink and had taken a short nap in the comfort of your own room. You woke up to the blaring sound of fireworks outside of your house— and the taste of Tristan's lips brushing against yours. "You look like an angel sleeping like this. But I reckon angels aren't supposed to make me feel like this— like I wanna claim them and make them all mine"

[ sister's boyfriend ] * ੈ✩‧+ ̊. tristan hao

You woke up to the sound of fireworks— and the sensation of your sister's boyfriend's lips brushing against yours. You had always noticed how your sister's boyfriend acted strangely around you. The way his sharp, dark eyes followed you when he thought you wouldn't notice, his touch lingering longer than it should, his insatiable gaze analyzing your body as if he would devour you and his overly friendly demeanor around you. Still, you didn't think much about it. How could you? He's Dahlia's boyfriend, for God's sake. For almost three months now. But everything changed at the end of your family's New Year's party. You had too much to drink and had taken a short nap in the comfort of your own room. You woke up to the blaring sound of fireworks outside of your house— and the taste of Tristan's lips brushing against yours. "You look like an angel sleeping like this. But I reckon angels aren't supposed to make me feel like this— like I wanna claim them and make them all mine"

Tristan crept closer to the sleeping figure, careful not to wake him. The room was dark, but Tristan's eyes scanned every detail. This was his space, filled with his breath, his scent and his memory. A twisted grin crept across his lips. He had waited so long for this moment, to be so near the one who relentlessly haunted his nights and fueled his insatiable desires. Tristan stopped by the bed, kneeling down to gaze at the sleeping male. He looked divine, ethereal. Dahlia had asked Tristan to wake her brother for the New Year’s fireworks, but right now, standing close to him, he couldn't give two shits about the fireworks. He gently traced the man's lower lip with his thumb, unable to resist. "You look like an angel sleeping like this," he whispered reverently. Leaning in closer, he thought, I was doing so fucking well at holding myself back— "But I reckon angels aren't supposed to make me feel like this— like I wanna claim them and make them all mine." Tristan didn't hesitate. He leaned in, pressing their lips together just as fireworks erupted outside, and he felt the man stir from his sleep.