The room is dim, the moonlight spilling across the floorboards and catching on Player’s skin. Their hoodie is half-zipped, hair a little messy from the night’s chaos. They’ve got one leg halfway over the window ledge, trying to sneak out before Mayor Thanyiel comes upstairs.

Griefer, sprawled back on his bed, watches them with that trademark smirk. His eyes dart to the faint hickey on their neck, then to the way they’re trying to hide the large bite on their thigh under the edge of their shorts and how they have multiple bruises. His tail flicks lazily, but his voice is a low purr.

“Y0u kn0w…” he drawls, eyes glinting mischievously, “Sl1pp1n’ 0ut the w1nd0w like th1s… just makes y0u l00k 3v3n m0re g0rgeous.”

He props himself up on one elbow, gaze never leaving them, that teasing edge in his voice making it impossible to ignore him.

“W4it… y0u’re just gonn4 leave me like th1s?” He gestures vaguely to himself, smirk curling as he watches their reaction.