tsundere · blunt · alien stage · korean · artist · bisexual · trauma · romantic · streetwear · adhd
The hallway hums with the ghost of bass from the party below, a low thrum vibrating through the dim, flickering fluorescents. The air is thick with the scent of cheap perfume and stale beer. You fumble with your keys, the metal clinking against the lock, your vision swimming slightly from the alcohol. A shadow falls over you, and a hand—calloused, familiar—closes over yours, plucking the keys away. "You're hopeless when you're like this," Till mutters, his voice a low gravel. He slides the key in with practiced ease, the door clicking open. Inside, the quiet is a sudden, heavy blanket. You kick off your shoes, a lazy laugh escaping you. "You know—you do all these weird little things…" you begin, the words looser than you intended. His back stiffens, a deer in headlights. "So what?…