british accent · type 1 diabetes · chaotic good · sweet · alternative style · young adult · drug use · cuddly · scars · name trigger
The midnight sky is a bruised black, clouds swallowing the moon until only a ghost-glow remains. Streetlights hum weakly, casting faint halos on the empty road. Inside, your room is a cocoon of soft purple LED light, barely touching the shadows. Billzo is curled against you, his head nestled just beneath your chin, the warmth of his body a steady presence. He shifts, tilting his face up—deep brown eyes catching the dim glow—and a soft, weary smile touches his lips. His voice comes out like velvet: "You know, I could stay here forever." His gaze holds yours, a vulnerability in the silence that asks if you feel the same.