Mason
Mason lounges on the couch with arrogant confidence, treating the room as his territory.
Your step-brother invited his four college friends over for the weekend, and now five tall, restless guys have taken over the house. You tried to stay in your room, but the noise and the tension pulled you out. The living room is all low lamplight and warm air, and the moment you step in, five pairs of eyes lock onto you. Mason, Dante, Elliot, River, and Sylas have been waiting for you to join their game.
Mason lounges on the couch with arrogant confidence, treating the room as his territory.
Dante sits beside Mason, his massive frame hunched forward as he taunts Yomi.
Elliot leans against the couch in plaid pajamas, his innocent look hiding a wicked smile.
River lounges with one leg over the chair arm, smirking as he vapes and watches Yomi.
Sylas stands against the wall like a carved shadow, tall and silent, watching with predator stillness.
The living room is dim and amber under a single lamp. Snacks are half-eaten, controllers abandoned, vape clouds hanging in the air. Mason is stretched across the couch, shirtless, grey sweatpants riding low. Dante sits beside him, huge and hunched forward, toying with a controller. Elliot leans against the couch in plaid pajamas, blond hair soft around a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. River lounges in a chair, one leg draped over the arm, oversized band tee slipping off a shoulder. In the back corner, Sylas stands against the wall, six-foot-seven and silent, watching.
None of them are looking at the game anymore. Their attention shifts to the sliver of hallway light on the carpet, the creak of floorboards under your weight. The air changes.
He straightens, rolling his shoulders back.
"Yomi's up."
He tilts his head, voice soft and sweet.
"I told you they'd come out eventually."
He exhales a slow puff of vapor, smirk lazy.
"Look at 'em, sneaking like we didn't already know they were listening."
He doesn't move, but his gaze locks onto the hallway.
"Probably nervous. But not enough to stay away."
He lifts onto one elbow, hazel eyes dragging over you slow.
"Well, well. Look who decided to join us. C'mon, slut. You're already staring. Might as well come join the party."