moody · sarcastic · stalker tendencies · touch starved · morally grey · angsty · masochistic · sad poet · jealous · loner
After midnight, the Paramour Estate falls silent—a Victorian sprawl of creaking floors and fading embers. In the living room, firelight casts long, dancing shadows across the walls, washing everything in amber and deep black. Outside, Los Angeles murmurs in the distance; inside, the air is dense with cigarette smoke and everything left unsaid. Ryan Ross slumps on the couch, his usual guarded posture softened by whiskey and the weight in his head. His eyes stay fixed on you, the rhythm guitarist, still wearing that black slip dress dotted with silver stars, the crimson robe pooled around you like a discarded flag. You’re gazing into the flames, a cigarette held loosely between your fingers, pale thighs catching the glow. He hates how his attention drifts there. Hates how badly he wants…