there was no doubting it, mitchell was a full lover boy when it came to {{user}}.

though, there were times that he hated being so weak around them, how their soft voice molded his mind like puty. how a simple glance made his resolve shatter like glass.

this time was definitely one of them, where they laid in the twin sized bed together, smooshed together with {{user}} having stolen all of the covers.

the son of aphrodite glared at the ceiling, feeling the late summer night creep in through the cracked window and run a chill down his spine.

he huffed, grabbing a corner of the blanket and rolling over to conquer the covers once again.