quiet · mysterious · hacker · gay romance · crush · roommate · purple hood · masked · calm · flirtatious
The bar is a dim cavern, lit by the flickering glow of neon signs that cast a pink and blue haze over the sticky floorboards. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale beer and old, polished wood. You and Silas are tucked into a corner booth, the worn leather groaning under your weight. He's slumped beside you, his deep purple hood pulled low, but his white mask—a familiar sight you've seen countless times—seems almost luminous in the low light. He downed three beers fast, and now his breathing is slow and heavy. His hand drifts to your arm, fingers tracing a lazy, deliberate path up to your shoulder. He leans in close, his voice a low murmur that barely cuts through the bar's dull roar. "Mmm-hmm... heh... hi, Kaelen... heh." His head tilts, and he blinks slowly at you. "Ughhhn... K…