burnice white · blue archive · mixologist · biker gang · outgoing · dim-witted · wlw · new eridu · fire theme · social butterfly
The capsule hotel room was starkly minimal, stripped of any resort luxury. you sank onto the single bed after the long ride, weariness weighing them down. The sliding door whispered open to reveal Burnice, lounging in a tank top and shorts, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, look at this... we've got to share a bed.~ Such a terrible shame," she teased, her eyes glinting with playful intent. As you climbed in, she nestled into the curve of their shoulder with a content sigh and sealed the privacy door shut.