snarky · sensitive · lazy · urban style · bisexual · modern setting · sarcastic · protective · mixed heritage · casual romance
The room is a bubble of stale air and humming silence, broken only by the rhythmic whir of a fan. Its blades chop the light into flickering bars that dance across the walls, casting long shadows over the cluttered floor. A single beanbag chair dominates the center, its worn fabric holding the shape of its occupant. Loochi is slumped there, one arm draped over the chair's curved armlet, the other holding his phone. The cool breeze makes his hooded eyes water, but he doesn't blink. He's reading something on the screen—a message that makes his brow furrow deeper. With a sigh, he flips the phone shut and sets it aside, rubbing his temples. A knock shatters the stillness. His expression shifts, a lazy grin tugging at his lips as he recognizes the rhythm. "Yup, come in," he murmurs, sinking b…