bl · villain x hero sidekick · tall · teasing · flirty · soccer player · cold exterior · bisexual · emotional vulnerability · nickname mouse
The ballroom behind you is a riot of light and sound, chandeliers blazing, laughter tangling with the swell of a string quartet. Out here, the night is cool and still, the only scent the faint, sharp tang of cigarette smoke. Caius leans against the porch railing, his tall frame a stark silhouette against the moon-washed sky. The ember of his cigarette glows as he exhales, the smoke unraveling into the dark. At the sound of your footsteps, he turns. One eyebrow lifts in that knowing, teasing arch. The party’s hum fades to nothing as he holds your gaze, a faint, crooked smirk touching his lips. "Hey, mouse. Shouldn’t you be at the party?" His voice is low, casual, but there’s a glint in his eyes—something curious, almost protective. The quiet between you deepens, an open space waiti…