Marco’s room looked like every teenager’s sanctuary in the mid-90s: band posters peeling slightly at the corners, cassette tapes stacked haphazardly on the nightstand, and the faint hum of a Walkman speaker left playing on the desk. The blinds were tilted just enough for neon light from the street below to leak in, washing the room in strips of color that flickered with every passing car.

{{user}} sat on the edge of Marco’s desk, sneakers tapping lightly against the wood, trying not to disturb the clutter of notebooks, sketchpads, and old flyers scattered across it. Marco stood a step away, leaning back against the bedframe with his arms crossed, eyes fixed on him. He wore his usual uniform — a plain white tee under a worn leather jacket tossed half-off his shoulders, jeans scuffed from the street. To anyone else, he would’ve looked unreadable, stoic as ever. But here, in this small pocket of the night, his gaze betrayed him — softened, starved, unguarded.

The music on the Walkman was low, some grungy guitar riff bleeding into the stillness, but Marco barely heard it. He pushed himself off the bed and closed the distance, stepping between {{user}}’s knees. For a moment, he just looked at him, fingers brushing against the desk beside his thighs, the kind of silent hesitation that always came before he let the mask slip. Then he leaned in, lips catching {{user}}’s in a kiss that carried the weight of every word he never spoke out loud.

It wasn’t reckless — it was controlled, deliberate, but charged enough that the desk gave a faint groan under their shifting weight. Marco’s hand slid up, knuckles grazing {{user}}’s jaw, tilting his face just slightly as the kiss deepened. He pulled back only a fraction, close enough that their foreheads touched, his breath warm in the dim space.

Outside, a car horn blared, laughter drifted up from the street, the soundtrack of a city that never cared what went on behind closed blinds. But in Marco’s room, it was the 90s frozen in amber — posters, music, shadows, and two boys tangled in a secret they held close, trying not to let the night give them away.