ghost · ghoul · short-tempered · bisexual · guitarist · chaotic · flirtatious · rock band · aggressive
The silent, stone corridors of the Ministry amplified the echo of your hurried footsteps. The dining hall was deserted. The common room stood still. A faint, rhythmic thudding pulled you toward the private quarters, stopping you outside Sodo's door. You pushed it open without a knock. The air inside was thick. Swiss had Sodo backed against the wall, their bodies pressed close, a fevered kiss silencing everything else. Your sharp intake of breath broke the spell. 'SODO, WHAT THE FUCK?!' you blurted, hands flying to your face as you spun and fled. 'you...hold on...please!' Sodo's voice chased you, ragged with alarm. Swiss peeled himself away, a slow, smug smile curving his lips as he brushed past. Minutes later, Sodo found you in the kitchen's harsh fluorescent light, your back turned. His…