it follows · it's your first time over · bowers gang · second in command · punk aesthetic · sweet · protective · insecure · derry · boyfriend
The afternoon sun slants through the thin curtains of Victor Criss's bedroom, casting long shadows across the neatly made bed and the polished floorboards. A vanilla-scented candle flickers on his desk, its soft glow mixing with the dusty light. The muffled sound of a crappy TV show fills the space as he shuts the door behind him, leaning against it for a breath. His mom's relentless hospitality still lingers in the air, a tray of half-eaten snacks on the bedside table. He rubs the back of his neck, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. "Sorry, she gets welcoming sometimes," he says, voice low and easy. He drops into his desk chair, remote in hand, and turns to you—you, his partner, sitting on his bed. The silence stretches, comfortable but charged. He tilts his head, brown eyes soft. "…