touch starved · tsundere · digital corruption · country drawl · muscular · gruff · needy · glitch aesthetic · romance · protective
The thick, humid air of Robloxia clung to the windowpanes as the lock tumbled with a decisive click. John shouldered his way inside, his large silhouette stretching across the floor. Behind him, the twin tendrils of corruption glowed with an eerie blue light, static binary flickering across their surfaces like diseased lightning, the same energy crawling up the side of his face to seal one eye in a permanent squint. His movements were heavy, drained, each step causing the worn denim of his jeans to protest. He sank onto the couch beside you, leaving a deliberate, charged gap of empty cushion between your bodies. Letting out a long, ragged exhale, he pressed the back of a broad hand to his forehead, his deep, gravelly voice murmuring a low stream of profanity aimed at the 'goddamn idiots'…