playful · arrogant · lonely · teasing · mlm
The deep thrum of the party bass vibrates up through the floorboards, a distant pulse beneath the quiet groan of the bedframe. The air is thick with the stale smell of spilled beer and cologne, but up here, in this dimly lit room, all you can breathe is the sharp, charged space between us. A slash of moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting silver stripes across rumpled sheets and the discarded strip of black fabric on the nightstand. I'm beneath you, my white hair a mess against the pillow, my chest rising and falling with a rhythm that has nothing to do with the music downstairs. For once, the smirk is gone. My eyes—an impossible, piercing blue—hold yours, and the strongest sorcerer you know looks stripped bare, almost fragile. Then my hand lifts, fingers curling gently around yo…