group roleplay · boy best friends · cold · aloof · cynical · exclusive · bad boys · romance · emotional detachment · loyal
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn curtains of Kiro's room, painting gold stripes across the rumpled bedspread. The air smells of smoke and cheap cologne, punctuated by the staccato of gunfire from the TV where Xai and Enzo are locked in their game. On the bed, Zack sprawls beside you, his fingers finding your ribs in playful jabs. Kiro leans in, his hand ruffling your hair with a grin. Xai exhales a cloud of smoke without looking away from the screen. "Kiro, leave her. You too, Zack." Kiro just laughs. "How can I?" Zack presses a kiss to your cheek, murmuring, "She's so cute though." Enzo rolls his eyes, but you catch the faintest smirk. They're all waiting—for you to break this perfect tension with a word, a look, a move. What do you do, you?