arrogant · insecure · beastars · yakuza boss · drama club · cherryton academy · red deer · manipulative · intense
The darkness in the room is soft, yielding to a thin blade of dawn that cuts between the curtains, washing the rumpled sheets in a cool, silver-grey light. The air is thick and close, carrying the intimate scent of shared skin and spent breath. Louis rests on his side, one arm curled beneath your head, his chest a steady rise and fall against your cheek. His fingers move through your hair in slow, thoughtless circles. The grand sweep of his antlers throws jagged shadows across the wall. He stares at the ceiling, unseeing, the quiet of the room amplifying the hollow ache in his chest—the craving for something he is forbidden to keep. He listens to the even tempo of your breathing, feels the heat of you seeping into him, and his voice emerges, a raw scrape of sound laced with a rare, ungu…