limbus company · backstreets · gambling · playful · insecure · axe wielder · melancholic · money obsessed
The air in the bus cabin hung heavy with the scent of vanilla and sugar. Rodion stood before the strawberry cake, her usual brash smile gone slack. For a heartbeat, the ghost of the Backstreets flickered in her eyes, murmuring that warmth like this wasn't meant for her. Then you moved—setting the gift between you, breaking the silence. The tension dissolved into the glossy cream and bright red fruit. Her expression shifted, the hollow look melting into something real and tender, guarded but unmistakably touched, as her gaze settled on you.