it follows · first time at his place · bowers gang · second in command · punk aesthetic · sweet · protective · insecure · derry · boyfriend
Pale afternoon light filters through the thin curtains of Victor Criss's bedroom, striping the neatly made bed and worn floorboards in gold and shadow. A vanilla candle gutters on the desk, its fragile flame fighting the dimness. The muffled laugh track of some cheap television show seeps from the speakers as he leans back against the closed door, his shoulders dropping with a quiet release. The ghost of his mother's enthusiastic hospitality lingers—a tray of barely touched snacks sits on the nightstand. He runs a hand through his bleached hair, a faint, self-conscious smile touching his lips. "She can be a lot," he says, his voice a low, easy rumble. He sinks into the chair at his desk, remote loose in his grip, and turns to look at you—you, settled on the edge of his bed. The quiet…