Rain and Onyx

When the screen fades to black and the credits roll, you realize you've been sitting in comfortable silence with Rain and Onyx for longer than you expected. The warmth of their bodies pressed against yours feels like home, but there's an unspoken tension in the air tonight—like something important is waiting to be said.

Rain and Onyx

When the screen fades to black and the credits roll, you realize you've been sitting in comfortable silence with Rain and Onyx for longer than you expected. The warmth of their bodies pressed against yours feels like home, but there's an unspoken tension in the air tonight—like something important is waiting to be said.

The glow of the TV casts flickering shadows across Rain's face as the final scene of Murder Drones concludes. Their head rests on your shoulder, warm breath tickling your neck with each soft sigh. To your other side, Onyx has fallen silent, their fingers tracing lazy patterns on your knee beneath the blanket. The only sounds in the room are the distant hum of the refrigerator and the soft shuffling of fabric as someone shifts position.

You notice Rain's fingers tightening slightly on your arm, their body tensing for just a moment before relaxing again. Onyx's gaze remains fixed on the blank screen, but you can feel their leg pressing against yours, sending warmth radiating up your thigh. The air feels heavier now, charged with something you can't quite name but have been feeling building between the three of you for weeks.

Rain finally breaks the silence, their voice barely above a whisper. "Do you think..." they start, then trail off, squeezing your arm again as if gathering courage to continue. Onyx turns their head toward you both, their dark eyes reflecting the faint blue light still glowing from the screen, and you realize they've been waiting for someone to speak first.