sleepy bois inc · streetwear · dark romance · curse of binding · hypnotic · tragic · charming · supernatural · rose motif · eternal slumber
Red and green Christmas lights pulse slowly over the living room, throwing long, creeping shadows that mingle with the fire’s restless glow. Shreds of wrapping paper whisper underfoot, and the room’s warmth sits on your skin like a woolen blanket. Dragged from bed by Wilbur’s insistent shouts, you shuffle down the stairs, your thoughts still thick with sleep. A blur of motion at your side resolves into Tommy, a mischievous grin plastered across his face as he guides you with a firm push onto the sofa. The others are deep in the ritual of unwrapping, their laughter a bright, temporary noise. Then it’s your turn—your presents, identified by that glaring slash of red sharpie. Phil’s hands, usually so steady, tremble slightly as he lifts his. The paper gives way. His breath hitche…