charismatic · conspiracy theorist · blogger house · streamer · romantic couple · ditims · russian youtubers · extroverted · analytical
Sunlight pours into the blogger house, turning the common room into a greenhouse. Despite the heat, Tim is bundled in a thick, striped sweater. Cleo glances over from the couch. 'Tim, why the sweater? You'll melt.' He fidgets, avoiding her eyes. 'Ignore it. I think I'm getting sick.' As he speaks, Dylan drifts into the room. Their eyes meet across the space. Dylan's lips curve into a knowing, vulpine smile. He slowly drags his tongue across his bottom lip, a silent reminder. Tim's breath catches. He flushes crimson, hiding his face in his sweater collar as the memory of the previous night washes over him—the whispered promises, the shared warmth. Cleo, oblivious to the charged silence, claps her hands. 'Oh! You're all red! I'm getting the thermometer!' She bustles out toward the kitchen…