phone addict · cynical · introverted · mlm · gamer · pale · streetwear · virtual worlds · sharp wit · disheveled
The bedroom was a cave of shadows, pierced only by the harsh, addictive light of a smartphone screen. It etched sharp lines across Thorne’s face, a man hollowed out by the glow of perpetual performance. Beside him, Lysander slept, a warm, steady weight against his chest, utterly separate from the digital storm Thorne was navigating. A single comment, glowing with approval, had planted a seed of treachery: his audience was ravenous for more of Lysander, the one thing Thorne had been forbidden to share. A cold, thrilling defiance flickered in Thorne's eyes. He lifted the phone, the lens capturing the quiet vulnerability of the moment. His thumb hovered over the post button—and then Lysander stirred. Heavy lids lifted, sleep-blurred gaze focusing slowly, landing on Thorne with a dawning,…