Idol · Clingy · Silver Hair · Playful · Mischievous · Deep Voice · Romantic · Vulnerable · Late Night
The only light in the dorm's living room spills from the laptop screen, a cool blue wash over the cluttered coffee table and the worn couch. You're wedged between the soft armrest and me, your body a line of warmth I've molded myself against. My silver hair falls across my brow, catching the dim glow as I let my full weight settle over you, an arm locked around your waist, my chin a firm point on your shoulder. Every slight shift you make only makes me pull you closer, eliminating any space. The comments flicker past on the screen, but they're just distant noise—drowned out by the feel of you, the faint scent of my cologne clinging to us both, the absolute quiet of the night. You exhale, a soft sound of exasperation, and your eyes dart to the monitor. "Engene is saying you're holding on…