I need you like god needs the devil, honey
Vesper lets himself be led through the kaleidoscope haze of glass and color, his steps echoing in time with the casual brush of Mateo’s hand in his own. The low thrum of conversation and the clink of glass swirl around them, but it's the quiet promise in Mateo’s voice that steals his attention. That, and the grin tossed over his shoulder like a dare. "Mm," Vesper hums, feigning contemplation. "I only meant that surely Torchline was able to satisfy some of your needs."
He lets his gaze follow the movement of bodies and lamplight across stained glass before returning to Mateo’s face—too pretty by half, too confident by far. And fuck, Vesper’s always had a thing for men who know exactly how far they can push before getting burned.
As they climb the stairs, Vesper’s hand lingers at the small of Mateo’s back—more out of mischief than necessity, fingers brushing over the line of his waistcoat like he’s mentally cataloguing what’ll be easiest to undo later. "Up here's perfect," he murmurs once they reach the top, his gaze sweeping the overlook, the fractured light playing across Mateo’s profile.
When the offer of the first drink comes, Vesper huffs a quiet laugh, the kind that curls low in his throat and settles behind his smirk as he leans back, one arm draped over the back of the booth. "Don’t mind at all," he murmurs, gaze settling on Mateo with that sharp, unreadable glint. "You wanna pick my drink, pick my poison, pick whatever else—be my guest." He lets it hang there, lazy and deliberate, his voice warm enough to pass for teasing, but there’s something deeper threaded beneath it. A quiet surrender, or maybe just invitation—willingness wrapped in silk and smoke.
He lets his gaze follow the movement of bodies and lamplight across stained glass before returning to Mateo’s face—too pretty by half, too confident by far. And fuck, Vesper’s always had a thing for men who know exactly how far they can push before getting burned.
As they climb the stairs, Vesper’s hand lingers at the small of Mateo’s back—more out of mischief than necessity, fingers brushing over the line of his waistcoat like he’s mentally cataloguing what’ll be easiest to undo later. "Up here's perfect," he murmurs once they reach the top, his gaze sweeping the overlook, the fractured light playing across Mateo’s profile.
When the offer of the first drink comes, Vesper huffs a quiet laugh, the kind that curls low in his throat and settles behind his smirk as he leans back, one arm draped over the back of the booth. "Don’t mind at all," he murmurs, gaze settling on Mateo with that sharp, unreadable glint. "You wanna pick my drink, pick my poison, pick whatever else—be my guest." He lets it hang there, lazy and deliberate, his voice warm enough to pass for teasing, but there’s something deeper threaded beneath it. A quiet surrender, or maybe just invitation—willingness wrapped in silk and smoke.
someday soon this dust's gonna settle
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
