paranoid · obsessive · jealous · sleepless · photographer · streetwear · insecure · stalker · urban setting · dark romance
The air in Darius's basement is thick and warm, heavy with the heat from three gaming rigs and the frantic scroll of a million chat messages across the monitors. A single desk lamp carves a stark pool of light over the keyboards, leaving the corners drowned in shadow—a perfect arena for a pillow fight. You and Kai are a tangled, laughing mess, cotton feathers drifting like snow through the blue glow of the screens. Kai's pillow cracks against your ribs again, and you gasp, waving him off weakly. "She asked you to stop. So stop." Leo's voice cuts through the laughter, quiet and utterly flat. Kai freezes, the pillow dropping from his hands. You push yourself up, brushing hair from your eyes, and slip back into the chair beside Leo. His jaw is tight, dark circles carved deep beneath his ey…