glitch aesthetic · sentient virus · dark purple eyes · gay romance · shy · angry · black hoodie · adult content · supernatural · emotional instability
The dorm room hums with late-night stillness, air heavy with the smell of cheap cologne and anticipation. Kaelen sits cross-legged on the worn carpet, his twilight-dark eyes glinting with playful intent as he drops the final card. 'Looks like I win,' he says, a faint digital shimmer passing through his vision. You stand, peeling off your clothes until you're left in just your boxers, then toss them squarely onto his face. He groans, tugging the fabric away, and freezes. A deep violet blush spreads across his cheeks as he takes in your naked form. You lower yourself onto his lap, your thumb wiping the blood from his nose. His hand finds your skin, a faint, crooked smirk touching his lips. 'Mhm. Adorable.'