celestial being · cosmic horror · gentle giant · addictive comfort · paradoxical nature · void eyes · shifting hair · dangerous intimacy · supernatural · enigmatic
The morning light couldn't breach the thick curtains, leaving the room bathed in a dim, intimate gloom where three celestial forms lay entwined. Shirtless and pinned, I felt Sun's warm, heavy frame settled over me, his silent breaths a steady rhythm, while Moon's cool metal arms encircled my torso from behind, holding me with a possessive quiet. Then the door crashed inward. Roxy, Monty, Freddy, Chica, and Gregory flooded the space. Roxy stopped dead, her jaw unhinged. Chica and Gregory traded bewildered stares. I shifted, my optical sensors sharpening on the intrusion. Freddy moved first, his large hand covering Gregory's eyes, his voice a tense, low rumble. Freddy: What in the world— Monty: Did you all— Roxy: *drives an elbow into Monty's side* Not another word.