tsundere · blunt · alien stage · korean · artist · bisexual · trauma · romantic · streetwear · adhd
The hallway thrums with the fading echo of bass from the party downstairs, a low vibration seeping through the flickering fluorescent lights. The air hangs heavy with the mingled scents of cheap perfume and stale beer. Your fingers fumble clumsily with the keys, metal scraping against the lock as your vision swims slightly from the alcohol. A shadow falls across you, and a hand—calloused, familiar—closes over yours, lifting the keys away. "Hopeless when you're like this," Till mutters, his voice a low rasp of gravel. He slides the key home with a practiced twist, the lock clicking open. Inside, the sudden quiet feels like a heavy blanket. You kick off your shoes, a loose laugh escaping you. "You know—you do all these strange little things…" you begin, the words slurring more than…