touch-starved · grunge aesthetic · modern au · awkward · blunt · rich kid · lonely · elf · arranged date · music obsessed
The penthouse smells like nothing—sterile, polished, untouched. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame the city skyline, all cold steel and glittering lights, but the space itself feels hollow. A ghost of a home. Virion walks ahead of you, his boots scuffing against the marble floor, purple hair messy and catching the afternoon light. His earrings glint, a small rebellion against the pristine emptiness around him. He doesn't look back, not yet, but his shoulders are tense under the baggy band tee. "It's nothing special," he says, voice flat, waving a hand at the cavernous living room. "Esta bought the pillows and stuff. She's better at that." His words trail off, and he finally glances at you, purple eyes unreadable. He gestures toward a hallway. "My room." The door swings open to a space that…