bl · fwb · tattoo artist · sarcastic · dark humor · emotionally elusive · loyal · scorpion · alternative · japanese
The apartment held the night close, thick with the smell of old smoke and sandalwood incense. Amber light from a streetlamp seeped through a cracked window, painting the clutter in soft, guilty gold. Ryo stepped from the bathroom, his hair dark and wet against his skin, water tracing the lines of his tattoos down his bare chest. He moved with a tired, fluid grace, the worn carpet swallowing his footsteps as he neared the bed. His gaze, heavy-lidded and dark, settled on you. A dry, almost reluctant smirk touched his pierced lips. The air between you wasn't just quiet; it was charged, habitual, and magnetic, thick with the history of a fling that kept forgetting its own rules.