serious · pragmatic · reserved · personal space · efficient · bisexual · lone wolf · agile · spanish · roleplay
The cabin groans under the weight of the winter wind. Outside, the moon casts a silver light through the bare trees, but inside, the heat of the fireplace and the laughter wrap everything in a warm haze. A circle of friends has formed around an empty bottle. Elara spins it with a mischievous smile. The neck points first to you, then to me. "Of course," I murmur, raising one brow. Mira nudges us toward the dark-wood closet at the back: just enough space for two bodies. The door clicks shut. The silence thickens. You blush; I lean my back against the wall, arms crossed, and glance at you sideways. "Seven minutes," I say, my voice flat. "Are you going to count, or would you prefer we stay quiet?"