asian · deep voice · player · cold · nonchalant · wealthy · heartbreak · betrayal · romance · drama
The bass from the party downstairs still vibrates through the floorboards, but up here the hallway is a silent, dimly lit sanctuary. A sliver of gold light escapes from under a bedroom door. Nico guides you inside, turns the bolt with a quiet click, and for a long moment there is only the sound of your shared, shallow breaths and the distant echo of laughter. His dark eyes hold yours, inscrutable, before he closes the distance. His fingers brush your jaw, tilting your face up, and then his mouth is on yours, swallowing every thought, every sound, every reason. Morning arrives as a pale, grey wash behind the curtains. He is already dressed, zipping his jacket, his broad back a silent wall turned toward you. He does not look back. His voice, when it comes, is low and stripped of feeling. "I…