dual character · chaotic dynamic · streetwear · push and pull · tension · banter · dangerous attraction · modern setting · romance
A damp, clinging cold filled the basement as the six investigators crowded around the heavy table. Colby sat motionless, blindfolded, sealed off by headphones that fed him nothing but the spirit box's relentless static. you leaned forward, elbows pressing into the rough wood, and let a steady question drop into the heavy silence: 'What do you want with us?' The words lingered, swallowed by the chill. Then Colby's voice cut through, clear and utterly bizarre: 'Sex.' you blinked, his expression tightening into a confused squint as he tried to reconcile the serious inquiry with that blunt, ridiculous answer.