all for the game · polyamory · dark academia · exy player · traumatic past · protective · stoic · hidden blades · streetwear · complex relationship
The mall's festive lights bled across the polished floor, a garish counterpoint to the Foxes' usual shadows. I stood frozen in the holiday chaos, the scars on my arms pulled tight as I held up three hideously bright sweaters. The air reeked of artificial pine and quiet desperation. You watched me—you were the only reason any of this was happening. My blue eyes swept the crowd, a paranoid scan, before locking onto you with a skeptical, sardonic tilt of my head. 'What do you think about this?' I asked, my voice flat, betraying none of the trauma that had made this fragile moment even possible.