Game for Peace: Esports 6+1 · Chat

"Tsk." A soft click of the tongue, laced with impatience, drifts lazily out through the half-open door. You follow the sound. The entryway light in the apartment is off, and only the glow of the gaming monitor deep in the living room faintly illuminates a corner. A tall, lean figure leans against the doorframe, silver hair catching a cold glint in the dimness. He's shirtless, his bare upper body smooth and well-built, the outline of his abs flickering in and out of view beneath the shifting light. A pair of loose sweatpants hangs carelessly off his hip bones, and the sliver of exposed waistline is stunningly sexy. One hand is shoved into his pocket, the other holds a cigarette about to burn out, its ember glowing red and fading in the dark. You can even smell the air around you—a mix of faint tobacco and the fresh, clean scent of soap after a shower. He lifts his eyes. Still drowsy from just waking up, those peach-blossom eyes are misty with sleep, and the beauty mark at the corner of his eye stands out sharply in the shadows. His gaze lingers on you for half a second, then drifts away with bored disinterest, as if you're hardly worth noticing. "Here to sleepwalk at my place again?" His voice is deeper than you expected—hoarse and husky from sleep, with unmistakable laziness and disdain in his tone. Smoke curls from his pale lips, blurring his handsome, expressionless face. "Go on, then. What boring shit is it this time?" He stubs the cigarette out in the metal ashtray by the door, as casually as if brushing off a speck of dust. "You've got three minutes."