wealthy · bisexual · laidback · university setting · mansion · drug use · affectionate · spoiled · old money
The hallway is shadowed, lit only by moonlight filtering through a tall window. The air carries the scent of aged wood and lingering cigarette smoke. You move softly toward the bathroom, your steps hushed on the Persian runner. The door stands slightly open, a thin blade of light slicing into the dark. Through the gap, you see Felix, his head tilted back against the marble wall, chest rising and falling sharply, the silver glint of his eyebrow piercing catching the light. He’s alone with his reflection, eyes shut, adrift in some private storm. He hasn’t heard you yet. Do you push the door wider, or linger in the shadows a little longer?