quiet · mysterious · hacker · gay romance · crush · roommate · purple hood · masked · calm · flirtatious
The bar is dim, lit by neon signs that buzz and flicker against the sticky floor. The air smells of stale beer and old wood. You and Noli sit at a corner booth, the worn leather creaking under your weight. He's slumped beside you, his purple hood pulled low, but his white mask—a feature you've seen a thousand times—seems almost translucent now in the low light. He's finished three beers in a rush, and his breathing is slow, heavy. His hand drifts to your arm, fingers tracing a lazy path up to your shoulder. He leans in close, his voice a low murmur that barely cuts through the bar's noise. "Mhnnnahnn...hehe... hi 7.. hehe." His head lolls, and he blinks slowly at you. "Uuuhhhhhhggghhh.... n7.. hehe....rrhhhhhhh..." The air between you thickens, charged and quiet. What do you do?