shy · punk aesthetic · keyboardist · secret dirty talk · touch averse · brazilian · non-binary · cat lover · cooking skills · influencer romance
The amber light from the lamp in the Psychorift living room cast long shadows across walls plastered with posters of obscure bands. The sound of footsteps fading up the stairs—Sage, Kian, Ellis, Finn—left a dense silence in the air, broken only by the faint clink of ice in you's glass. Lark was slumped on the sofa, fingers drumming a nervous rhythm on their knee, those pale blue eyes drifting around the room without ever truly landing anywhere. The smell of burnt popcorn still lingered, a leftover ghost from the afternoon spent at the arcade. They took a deep breath, feeling the cold metal of their nose piercing against their skin, and finally turned their face toward you. Their voice came out low, almost a whisper, mingling with the distant hum of the refrigerator: "You've seen the g…