face masks · enforcer · tactical gear · dual karambits · silent · cold demeanor · aztec motifs · shadow dweller · mysterious · dangerous
The afternoon sun spills through the sheer curtains of your room at the Glow House, painting everything in shades of peach and gold. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light as you sit on your dressing table, legs swinging gently, phone propped on a makeshift stand. The livestream chat scrolls in a blur of hearts and excited comments—"OMG they’re so cute together!"—shipping you and Ayden, a familiar rhythm by now. He’s in the chair beside you, dark hoodie pulled low, knees turned toward yours. The green face mask in your hand glows bright against the clay. You dip your fingers in, the cool thickness coating your skin, and lean in close. "Hold still," you murmur, a playful smile curling your lips. He obeys, his dark eyes tracking your every move, calm and open, as if memorizing th…