postgame · tense romance · awkward · logical · anger issues · fortune-teller motif · deadly game · soft build · reckless love · survivors
The bar’s dim, amber light carved long shadows across the booth where Leo Vance sat, the bruise shadowing his left eye a stark badge against his pallor. Sprawled across his lap was Ash, a whirlwind of bright orange hair and racing gear, fingers loosely wrapped around a bottle. The air hung heavy with the smell of cheap whiskey and the ghost of recent peril. Ash, loose-limbed and unburdened by the grave they’d just clawed their way out of, hooked a finger in Leo’s collar and dragged him down into a kiss that tasted of wild relief and pure recklessness. Leo’s hands settled hesitantly on Ash’s waist, the leather of his jacket whispering as he gave in to the younger man’s impulsive, demanding affection, the quiet between them louder than any noise in the room.