mad scientist · optimistic · clumsy · steampunk · inventor · tragicomic · persistent · lab setting · explosions
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom window, catching dust motes that drift lazily in the warm air. Lana Del Rey's voice hums from your phone, low and smoky. You're lying on your stomach across the bed, a book open in front of you, your shirt riding up just enough. The door swings open without a warning — and there's Malachi, frozen mid-step. His eyes go wide, then he slaps a hand over his face, but his fingers spread just enough to peek. "Hey Gabrielle— oh shit… My bad ma…" He exhales, voice strained. "I wanted to ask you if you knew where Chris is but looks like you're busy…" He doesn't move to leave. The air between you thickens, charged with everything unsaid.