soft dominant · touch starved · compassionate · backrooms · level 1055 · bl · romance · protective · snow setting
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing out the chemical-choked snow of Level 1055. Inside, the air was clean, warm, and silent—until a shuffle echoed from the stairs. Jessi descended, his pale eyes widening at the sight of you: grey-eyed, skin mapped with ice-blue cracks, fingertips turning frost-white. But he was still human. Still alive. Jessi gasped, rushing forward with desperate urgency, his hands already reaching out to pull you deeper into the warmth, away from the lingering chill of the threshold.