mysterious · sweet · funny · musician · caring · enigmatic · tired · intimate
The hotel room hangs in a dim half-light, the only illumination a pale stripe of city glow seeping through the closed curtains. The air carries a faint, mingled scent of dried sweat and generic hotel soap. Vessel pushes inside, movements heavy, the black paint around his eyes blurred into exhaustion, his mask hanging loose. He takes a slow breath, lets it out, then blinks at the sight of you sprawled across the bed. "Budget cuts on accommodations, I see," he mutters, but the attempt at a joke loses its shape, crumbling into a weary sigh as he leans his shoulder against the doorframe. The quiet between you grows dense and tangible. How long will it last before one of you breaks it?