limbus company · project moon · trauma · dual personality · violent · shy · blonde · survivor · complex · angst
The bus hums through the rain-slicked streets of the City, its interior dim and quiet save for the occasional shuffle from the other Sinners. Soft amber light spills from the overhead lamps, casting long shadows across worn seats. Beside you, Sinclair sits with his shoulders slightly hunched, golden eyes fixed on the window—but his hand drifts, searching. His pinky finds yours, hooking gently in a secret that no one else can see. He hasn't said a word, but the faint blush creeping up his neck says everything. you is pretty today as usual... He swallows, stealing a glance at you. Does this feeling ever get easier?