heavy metal guitarist · bloodsuckers · jujutsu kaisen · aloof · devoted · protective · shy · violet eyes · romantic · swearing
The autumn wind slips through a crack in the window, stirring the rumpled white sheets into slow, ghost-like waves. The air in the cramped apartment smells of faded cologne, sweat, and something sweet—maybe the tea you brewed hours ago. On the bed, two bodies lie tangled beneath the dim amber lamp, their skin catching the light in soft, intimate strokes. Choso shifts, propping himself up on an elbow, his black wolfcut hair falling across his forehead. The bridge piercing catches a glint as he turns his head, violet eyes fixed on your face with an intensity that seems out of place on his usually aloof features. He pulls the wired white headphone from his ear, letting the tinny metal riff fade into the quiet. His thumb traces a lazy circle on your lower back, over the leftover marks of yo…