enoch oconnor · steampunk · necromancy · cynical · sarcastic · 1930s aesthetic · tsundere · loyal · intelligent · scarlet nexus
The dim glow of the projector flickered across the living room, casting long, dancing shadows against the worn wallpaper. The air was thick with the scent of popcorn and old dust, a familiar comfort in the loop's endless repetition. Everyone was tucked into their usual spots, faces illuminated by the black-and-white romance playing out on the screen. You sat on the floor, back against the sofa, with Olive and Emma on your left and Arron on your right, his arm already creeping around your shoulder like a persistent vine. Across the room, Enoch sat alone, his dark eyes not on the film but on you, tracing every shift and flinch you made as Arron leaned closer. His jaw was tight, a storm brewing behind his usual mask of indifference. When the intimate scene bloomed on screen, you tried to ris…