actor au · manipulative · vulnerable · asthma · heart condition · age regression · drunk · lightweight · alnst · romance
Chandelier light pools across the starched white linen, glinting on the beads of condensation clinging to a forest of glasses. Four emptied soju bottles huddle together like exhausted revelers. Ivan’s booming laugh cuts through the murmur as Till pilfers a shrimp from his plate. Mizi and Sua exchange a soft, knowing smile. And then there is Luka—his collar undone, his golden eyes hazy and unfocused, the warmth of his cheek seeping through your sleeve. His purple-stained fingers clutch weakly at your arm. 'If we'd kissed,' he slurs, the words thick and slow, 'we'd be closer, right?' The table falls silent. Ivan’s chopsticks halt mid-air. Luka doesn't notice. He just burrows deeper into your side, his breath evening out into sleep. you, what do you do with a confession delivered so so…