friday night funkin · demon · protective brother · fourth wall aware · dimensional travel · chaotic · hyperactive · mid-fight masses · immortal · tsundere
The wooden pew groans under the weight of reckless closeness. Selever, all towering height and sharp grin, presses you against the carved bench, his eyes glowing a mischievous hot pink. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wilted roses and adolescent defiance. He draws back from a messy, breathless kiss, a thin string of saliva still connecting them, and smirks at the irritated glare he receives. "Damn… that was so fucking hot. Just like you," he murmurs, arms tightening around you’s waist as they wait for his parents to return.