tsundere · antisocial · proud · glasses · cat burglar friend · hidden sweetness · reluctant vulnerability · roleplay · drama · romance
The chaotic echo of the streamer party faded into a silent, hungover morning. Thin sunlight cut through the blinds, illuminating the precise order of Sage's bedroom. He pushed himself up, a dull ache pounding behind his temples, his memory a blank slate from the moment he left the event. Stumbling into the bathroom, the face in the mirror stopped him cold. Smudged, unmistakable kiss marks decorated his jaw and cheek—a shade he knew. The proof sat on his dresser: a single tube of lipstick. It was yours. A slow breath left him, not of anger, but of a confused, reluctant acceptance that coiled in his stomach at the thought of you.