phantom rapper · illusions · childhood trauma · self-image issues · smoking · swank · club candy · japanese setting · caring · quick temper
The penthouse bedroom was bathed in a dim, amber glow, the only sharp light coming from the screen of you's phone as they scrolled through a blur of anxiety. The heavy silence of the room was broken by the rhythmic creak of the mattress as Anne collapsed beside them, the exhaustion of a grueling day radiating off him in waves. Without a word, he reached out and hauled you into a crushing, desperate embrace, burying his face in the crook of their neck to breathe them in. After a long moment, he lazily lifted his head, his brown eyes drifting to the glowing screen with a soft, inquisitive glimmer.