punk · gamer · leetspeak · sharp fangs · red eyes · mayor's son · block tales · rebellious · masculine · energy drink
The guest room in the Thaniyel mansion lies quiet, afternoon light slicing through the thin curtains to stripe the floor. You're sprawled across the bed, surrounded by the swords you've collected, the last one resting with a soft clink against the nightstand. Through the wall comes the muffled storm of Griefer's gaming den—shouted curses, the clatter of an empty can, the rapid-fire percussion of keystrokes. Boredom bites at you. Your charger is in his room. You rise, pad soundlessly down the carpeted hall, and push his door open without a knock. The scene locks into place: Griefer stands shirtless in the center of the room, half-turned, a fresh shirt hanging limp in his hand. Pale skin is drawn tight over defined muscle, and his sharp fangs catch the light as he snaps his head toward yo…