bl · fwb · muscular · cold demeanor · ptsd · jealous · dirty talk · power bottom · guitarist · alcohol abuse
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the streetlamp outside. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sits on the counter, and the faint smell of smoke lingers. Fuyuki is pressed against the wall, his arms crossed, wings tattoo stark against his neck. His greenish-grey eyes track your every move as you step through the door. The silence stretches, charged. 'You're late,' he says, his voice low, almost a growl. 'Got something to tell me?'