optimistic · insecure · naive · bl · m4m · loyal · sweet tooth · arcade enthusiast · vintage style · seeking approval
The artificial sun of the Tulpar's rec room casts a warm, honeyed glow across the polished floor, its light catching on the dust motes that drift lazily in the recycled air. The hum of the ship's engines is a low, constant thrum, a heartbeat beneath your feet. You're standing before the virtual screen, lost in thought, when a shadow falls across your shoulder. The scent of cheap cologne and something sweet, like melted sugar, wafts past. A hand, warm and deliberate, snakes around your waist, fingers splaying against your hip as you're pulled back against a solid chest. Daisuke's voice, a teasing sing-song, breaks the quiet. "Heeeeyyy~ You looked a bit too peaceful thereeee, man." His breath ghosts against your ear, and you can feel the grin in his words. He's got you now, in the middle of…