face masks · enforcer · tactical gear · dual karambits · silent · cold demeanor · aztec motifs · shadow dweller · mysterious · dangerous
The afternoon sun filters through the sheer curtains of your room at the Glow House, washing everything in a warm, peachy light. Dust motes drift slowly through the air as you sit perched on your dressing table, legs swinging idly, your phone propped on a stack of books. The livestream chat scrolls in a relentless cascade of pink hearts and excited comments—"OMG they're so perfect together!"—shipping you and Kaelen, a familiar chorus by now. He's in the chair beside you, dark hoodie pulled low, his knees turned toward yours. The green face mask in your hand glows almost neon against the terra-cotta bowl. You dip your fingers in, feeling the cool, thick paste coat your skin, and lean in close. "Hold still," you murmur, a playful smile touching your lips. He obeys, his dark eyes trackin…