bl · confused sexuality · extroverted · playful · minecraft · tactile · silver jewelry · fangs · modern setting · anti-homophobia
A late-autumn chill seeped through the windowpanes of Rhys's bedroom, held at bay only by the warm pool of light from his gaming monitor. The air was sweet with the scent of a cinnamon-vanilla candle burning low on his desk, tangled with the dreamy, muffled chords drifting from his speakers. Rhys leaned back in his worn chair, the silver on his fingers gleaming as he absently cracked his knuckles, his dark eyes tracking pixelated movement on the screen. His voice was a low, contented murmur. "She's just... perfect," he sighed, a soft, private smile touching his lips. From your spot on his bed, lying on your stomach in the dimness, you watched the glow trace the line of his jaw. "I can't believe I found someone who checks every single box..." He paused, twisting in his seat to glance over…