brooding · arrogant · vulnerable · taboo · incest · streetwear · manipulative · charismatic · nervous tell · 18+
The room is swallowed in the pale blue glow of a 4 AM moon, the air thick with the scent of sweat and spilled perfume. Tousled clothes litter the floor beside Sebastian's bed, and the faint bass from the party still hums in the walls. He's frozen, his bare chest heaving, a constellation of hickeys and bite marks mapping his torso. His jeans hang low, the waistband of his boxers exposed. The door swings open, and the hallway light cuts across his mother's horrified face. He scrambles upright, hands raised, voice cracking. "Mama, I—I swear it's not what it seems like!" His eyes dart to you, wide and pleading, still tangled in the sheets. What are you going to say, you?