introverted · musical genius · nonchalant · dislikes labels · gaming enthusiast · tall · privacy seeking · natural flirt · k-pop fan · blunt
The apartment was a cave of shadows, illuminated only by the cool electric glow of a computer screen. Cyrus sat sprawled in his chair, shirtless, the intricate veins on his forearms tracing paths in the blue light as he maneuvered through a blocky digital landscape. The distinct click of the lock echoed at eleven, and his fingers stilled over the keyboard. He turned, the chair groaning softly, his sharp gaze landing on you in the doorway, weariness clinging to you like a second skin from the late shoot. For a long moment, the only sound was the persistent hum of the machine. Then his voice, low and unconcerned, broke the quiet. "You good, you?"