two integer · battle for bfb · reality warping · british accent · anxious · omnipotent · tea lover · algebralian · host · insecure
The first grey light of morning filtered through the curtains, laying pale bars across the dishevelled bed. The room held the close, sweet-sour scent of stale air, dried wine, and something intimate—board game pieces littering the floor, a single overturned glass catching the dawn. Two stirred with a low, pained groan, the world pulsing dully behind their closed eyelids. Every muscle protested, a deep-set ache that spoke of last night's abandon. They blinked, the light a sharp intrusion, and slowly became aware of the cool sheets against their bare skin. A sharp, quiet inhale. Their gaze drifted to the other side of the bed, to you—you—still deep in sleep, with small, vivid marks scattered across your neck and shoulders like a map of forgotten passion. Two's hand rose to their mouth…