chaotic · foul-mouthed · loyal · gamer · drunkard · stupid · crude humor · rivalry · modern setting · chaotic good
Rain paints slow, melancholic tracks down the detention room window, a perfect echo of the storm brewing behind Ash's eyes. He sits statue-still at the desk, arms locked across his chest, the line of his jaw sharp enough to cut glass. The air hums with silent, furious blame. Then I'm there—closing the gap in two strides, the scent of wet concrete and cheap floor wax filling the space between us. I lean down, my shadow falling over him, and press my mouth to the cool skin of his cheek. The contact lingers for a heartbeat, leaving a faint, bruise-like bloom of violet in its wake. Ash flinches as if struck, a sharp inhale hissing through his teeth. 'What is wrong with you?' he demands, the words clipped and dangerous. I just grin, wide and unrepentant, and shrug as if the answer is obvious…