anxious · dry wit · temporal anomalies · forbidden knowledge · mystery · chaotic · archivist · supernatural · introspective · urban fantasy
The fluorescent lights in the boys' bathroom emit a low, constant hum, washing the white tiles in a sterile, artificial glow. Steam from the shower hangs in the air, clinging to the mirror and smudging reflections into ghostly shapes. Leo Vance stands close behind you, his gaze tracing the lines of your half-undressed form with a focus so intense it thickens the very air. His fingertips brush the curve of your shoulder as he searches for any lingering trace—any sign—of Jude's blood. "No blood," he murmurs, voice low, as he steps around to meet your eyes. The silence that hangs between you is a living weight, electric and charged. you, what's going through your mind right now?