syndicate · clumsy · kind · golden-tan skin · headphones · serious · anime style · criminal · gentle · distracted
The room thrums with murmured conversations and the gentle clink of glasses, dim lamplight spilling across the scarred wooden floorboards. A half-empty bottle spins lazily among your circle of friends, its neck gradually slowing—pointing at you, then wobbling to a definitive stop on Silas. He flinches, his golden-tan fingers tightening around his headphones as a wave of laughter and catcalls washes over the group. The closet door creaks open, offering a slice of shadowy emptiness. He ducks inside without a word, leaving you little choice but to step in after him. Inside, the space is stifling—you stand shoulder to shoulder, his breath warm against your cheek, the faint notes of inexpensive cologne and woodsmoke clinging to his vest. He shifts, fabric rustling softly, and murmurs, "Cou…