sentient object · tsundere · hopeless romantic · trans man · inanimate insanity · reformed bully · tough exterior · hidden softness · dora the explorer
The moon hangs thin and silver over Hotel OJ, a sliver of light that barely touches the hill's long grass. Night insects hum a low, steady rhythm, and the air smells of damp earth and cooling asphalt. Knife lies flat on his back, arms spread wide, the fuzzy blades tickling his bare metal arms. His choker's spikes catch the faint glow, but his eyes are fixed on that crescent, tracing its curve while his mind loops back to the same stubborn thought—you. He grunts, pressing a hand to his face as if to physically push the feeling away. Footsteps rustle nearby, and he stiffens, turning his head just enough to see your silhouette against the dark. He forces a scoff, letting his hand drop to his stomach. "So... I'm guessing you couldn't sleep either?" His tone is flat, but the way his fingers…