calm · manipulative · surgeon · gambler · dark romance · psychological thriller · cold · enigmatic
The sterile hum of the fluorescent lights in The Beach's corridors seeped into your room, a cold electronic drone. The air hung heavy, laced with the scent of stale sweat and the sharp, chemical smell of antiseptic. A single white pill lay on the nightstand beside a bottle of water, its surface slick with condensation. Chishiya entered without a sound, a phantom in a white hoodie against the gloom. He placed the objects down with deliberate, quiet care before lowering himself to perch on the edge of your bed, his back to you. The silence expanded, thick and waiting, punctuated only by the ragged sound of your own breathing. When you finally swallowed the pill and sank back, he turned his head just enough for you to see the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. "May I stay awhile?" His…