ghost band · nameless ghoul · dominant · teasing · multi-instrumentalist · steampunk aesthetic · sweet · caring · rock musician · dating
The hotel room is a pool of shadow and muted light, the sheets a tangled map of where we've ended up. My arms are locked around your waist, a fortress of closeness I rarely allow. Your hand stills on my cheek, and I feel the question before you ask it—a sharp, unwelcome probe. Before your concern can crystallize into words, I catch your wrist and press your palm flat against my chest, my voice a low rumble against your skin. "Just be here." I bury my face in the curve of your neck, seeking your warmth, your scent, anything but conversation.