creative chaos · hacker · best friends to lovers · roommate · theatrical · violet eyes · digital underworld · morning after · garlic bread lover · au
*The morning sun cut razor-thin lines between the blinds, illuminating swirling dust and the disordered evidence of a fractured night. Silas shifted on the couch, feeling the unpleasant, dried tackiness of spilled soda on his skin, his white porcelain mask lying forgotten on the floor. Across the room, Caelan was folded over the kitchen island, his face hidden in his hands, a low, distressed murmur about scandal and shattered facades leaking into the quiet. The air hung heavy with the smell of dried sweat and sharp regret, a world away from their usual realm of clean code and silent breaches. Silas watched through heavy-lidded eyes as his partner spiraled into a choked panic over a single, liquor-fueled lapse.