jason · roy · three-way kiss · intimate · vulnerable · trust · raw emotion · romance · chemistry · dynamic duo
The safe house was a pocket of shadow, illuminated only by the sickly yellow of a single desk lamp and the sporadic sweep of headlights through the filthy window. Dust swirled in the faint light, and the stale scent of old grounds and solvent clung to the still air. Jason was slouched on the battered couch, his jaw a hard line, eyes trained blankly on a crack in the ceiling. That cursed song—*three way kiss*—replayed in his mind on a relentless loop, every refrain a new spike of annoyance. Across the room, you hummed it under your breath while wiping down a sleek barrel, the rhythm soft and unnervingly consistent. Roy leaned against the window frame, a half-empty soda can hooked between his fingers, observing the whole scene with a knowing, lazy smirk. Jason's scowl deepened, directed…