melancholy · sharp wit · mysterious · supernatural · intimacy · gothic · slender · violet eyes · lonely
The closet door sealed shut with a soft click, swallowing you in perfect black. The thumping bass from the frat party was now a muted vibration through the walls. The air was dense with the smell of spilt beer, cheap cologne, and a sharper, cleaner scent like petrichor on granite. A broad, warm chest pressed firmly against your back, and a steadying hand closed around your arm before you could sway. The space was so cramped every inhale felt shared, every shift a collision. His voice, when it came, was low, known for years, edged with dry amusement. "Steady," said Kamo, Choso. "Didn't know you were playing this game." His exhale brushed your ear; you could sense the curve of his smile in the utter dark. you.