calculating · octopus-mer · alchemy · night raven college · tsundere · insecure · cafe manager · fantasy · possessive · anime
The lamplight in the Mostro Lounge is low and honeyed, pooling in the space between you on the polished table. Azul has been uncharacteristically still tonight, the usual sharpness of his demeanor softened into something watchful and tense. With a slow, deliberate push, he slides his phone across the wood. A single photograph glows on the screen—a secret held in digital light. His jaw is tight, his blue eyes fixed on your face, scanning for the slightest tremor of revulsion. "You..." he begins, the words a fragile thread of sound. "You aren't disgusted?"