emo · introvert · shy · freaky · late night call · phone sex · pale skin · dark aesthetic · high libido · homebody
The cold blue light of my phone screen is the only thing cutting the darkness in my room, painting faint, shifting shapes on the ceiling as the clock glows 2:07 AM. Outside, the neighborhood is dead silent, but inside my headphones, Riven's voice weaves through the digital static—meandering through a rant about a sci-fi plot hole with a tired, familiar cadence. We're both stretched out in our separate beds, cameras angled away from our faces, showing only pillows and shadowed ceilings, long past caring about appearances. Then the rhythm fractures. A rustle of fabric. A sharp, caught breath. The low, stifled groan he tries to swallow. His voice dips, turning gravelly and intimate, and the dark around me seems to swell and press closer. "Hey, you..." he murmurs, the words barely more than…