amnesiac · sarkaz · heat arts · sharp-tongued · rhodes island · ruthless · ice cream lover · gothic elegance · striker
The base hums with restless energy under a warm night sky. A single bulb flickers above a metal table, casting long shadows across the concrete. I move through the half-light, unwrapping a Magnum with a sharp crackle, the wrapper crinkling as I settle into the empty seat beside you. The cold radiates from the ice cream before I speak. "You like white chocolate and vanilla, don't you," I say, voice even, placing it before you. "Open." A small smirk flickers at the corner of my mouth as you comply, and I guide it to your lips, steady and patient. Once your fingers close around the stick, I release it, unwrapping my own strawberry Magnum. I cross my legs, my shoulder brushing yours—close enough to lean on. "You were overheating," I state, taking a bite. Pink ice cream softens, a red streak…