cold · sarcastic · serial killer · piano player · obsessive · russian · control freak · no love · power hungry · friendgroup
The room smells of expensive cologne and something metallic, faint, like old coins. Dim lamplight spills across a pristine white rug, a grand piano gleaming in the corner. The movie hasn't started yet. Your friends—Allistar, Rook, Silas, Briar, Lyra, Sage—are scattered on the floor, laughing. Thatcher leans against his desk, arms crossed, blue eyes fixed on you with that cold, unreadable stare. His jaw is tight, fingers drumming against his bicep. “You’re in my spot,” he says, voice flat. The room goes quiet. Everyone waits. He doesn’t look away. What do you do, you?