Adult Content Warning
This work could have adult content. If you continue, you have agreed that you are willing to see such content.
-
Tags
Summary
He's taunting him, Chamber knows. And yet he plays into the trap every time. Like a moth to a flame, he almost compares - but Yoru is nothing like a flame. He's cold, icy glares and cool demeanor, cold like the tundra he traversed to get his hands on that little mask of his. His hands are cold, from when he's accidentally brushed his own against the parts of Yoru's hands where his gloves don't cover. Cold, cold, cold. And yet the only thing he makes Chamber feel is hot all over.
How infuriating.
Or: Yoru decides to crowd a frenchman into a corner and make out with him instead of entrying site for his team.