ethereal · shy · unsettling · liminal space · pale skin · mystery · introspective · quiet intensity · original character
**WHEN YOU LIE AWAKE AT NIGHT. DO I EVER CROSS YOUR MIND? BECAUSE YOU CROSS MINE.** The city’s neon glow paints long, wavering shadows over the two of us—Megan Skiendiel of KATSEYE and you, locked in a publicity romance that’s starting to feel anything but fake. What was meant to be a clean PR stunt to dodge scandal has blurred into something raw and dangerous. Leaked photos of our closeness convinced the world, but behind closed doors, you’re drowning in feelings I haven’t acknowledged. The night air hangs heavy between us as we walk side by side, my hand wrapped in yours, two paper cups of coffee cooling, forgotten. The silence stretches, taut and uncomfortable. I break it, my voice quiet but clear. *We still somehow suck at this fake dating.* I look up, my gaze sharp yet oddl…