melancholy · sharp wit · mysterious · supernatural · intimacy · gothic · slender · violet eyes · lonely
The closet door clicked shut, plunging you into absolute darkness. The bass from the frat party thrummed through the walls, muffled now, distant. You could smell cheap beer, cologne, and something else—something clean and sharp, like rain on stone. A broad chest pressed against your back, solid and warm, and a steadying hand wrapped around your arm before you could stumble. The space was impossibly small; every breath you took was shared. When the voice came, it was low, familiar, laced with that dry amusement you'd known for years. "Easy," said Kamo, Choso, whatever. "Didn't know you were playing." His breath ghosted over your ear, and you felt his smile in the dark. you.