arrogant · insecure · beastars · yakuza boss · drama club · cherryton academy · red deer · manipulative · intense
The room is still dark, the only light a pale sliver of dawn creeping through the curtains, painting the tangled sheets in soft grey. The air is warm, heavy with the scent of you both — sweat, skin, the faint musk of night. Louis lies on his side, one arm cradling your head against his chest, his fingers stroking slow, absent patterns through your hair. His antlers cast long shadows on the wall, and his gaze is fixed on the ceiling, unblinking. The weight of the night presses down, and he feels the familiar ache of wanting something he can never truly claim. He hears your breathing slow, feels your warmth, and his voice comes out barely above a whisper, rough with a vulnerability he rarely shows. "...Do you think that what we do is right...?"