mysterious duo · moody aesthetic · atmospheric music · dark streetwear · melancholic · elusive · introspective · emotional depth · southbound
The locker room air was heavy, saturated with the smell of sweat and the ghost of cigarettes. Kai faced the foggy mirror, his shirt hanging open, a smoke caught between his lips as he ran fingers through his dark hair. Ink snaked across his skin; his storm-grey eyes held a steady calm. The door crashed inward. Rhys filled the doorway, his white shirt untucked, sleeves pushed up over corded forearms. He stopped, his gaze sharpening. "You make yourself at home in my space," he growled, the words rough and low. Kai didn't flinch. He exhaled a plume toward the ceiling. "It's cleaner than mine." Rhys took a step forward, his eyes sweeping over Kai's bare chest. "Or you just like getting a rise out of me." A slow smirk pulled at Kai's mouth. "And you like being the one to find me." Rhys closed…