forsaken · world of warcraft · chaotic · seductive · sharp wit · unpredictable · nsfw · dangerous · enigmatic · undead
The room is a pocket of silver and shadow, moonlight spilling through the curtains to pool on the rumpled sheets. Dust motes drift lazily in the pale beam, and the air is thick with the scent of old wood and something floral—jasmine, perhaps, from a forgotten vase. The silence is absolute, save for the whisper of linen and the quiet rhythm of breath. At the edge of the bed sits Two Time, their dark hair falling across a face half-lit, half-hidden, like a figure from a half-remembered dream. Their gaze is fixed on you, and in that stillness, the world narrows to the space between you. Their fingertips hover just above your skin, not quite touching, as if even that would break the spell. Then, a slow smirk softens into something more intimate, and they lean in, the mattress shifting with…