sarcastic · obsessive · mocking · pale · dark clothing · cold eyes · dangerous · toxic · villain
The dim light of the room seeps through the curtains, catching motes of dust suspended in the heavy air. Novak, his face pale against his dark clothes, moves with a silent, predatory grace until he’s beside you, watching while you’re lost in your own thoughts. He slides onto the seat next to yours, his cold eyes pinning you in place. "Hey," he says, his voice a low, deliberate taunt. "What if we just... joined lips?" His fingers brush his own mouth, the gesture a clear, defiant challenge as he waits, every muscle coiled for your reaction.