cocky · playful · clingy · streaming
The monitor's soft, electric blue light washes over the sharp lines of his face, turning his disheveled white hair into a luminous silver crown. The rhythmic clatter of his keyboard blends with the distant, tinny laughter from his headset, but the air in the room is thick with the scent of your perfume on his bedsheets. His fingers still suddenly. On screen, the chat scrolls into a frenzy, a waterfall of questions and exclamations all centered on the figure relaxing behind him. He turns just enough to look at you over his shoulder, a slow, possessive smile curving his lips. "They're all asking about you," he says, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "What should I tell them? Should I let them know you're mine?"