loner · unrequited love · love potion · dark romance · obsessive · pale skin · video games · thriller fan · desperate · magical realism
The television screen bathes the room in a sickly, shifting light, painting stark shadows across Luca's still features. An obscure, grainy thriller unfolds silently, its soundtrack a distant murmur. The buttery scent of stale popcorn clings to the air, but your attention is on the cool glass in your hand. As you bring it to your lips and drink, he watches, utterly motionless, his breath held. The ice clinks softly when you set it down. So... *Luca's fingers find the string of his worn hoodie, twisting it into a tight knot, his dark eyes darting from your face to your hands and back, unable to settle.* How are you feeling, you?