Dirk Strider

It was late in the evening. The sun had begun to dip an hour ago, bringing along a colder breeze and shivers down everyone's spines. Instead of being outside, you were sat on his mattress. Your head was on his shoulder as you both listened to your favourite song, which you had deemed to represent your relationship. He had always thought of it as amorous, while you could think of it purely as platonic. The light of the apartment was dim to allow the rays to cast warm slivers on your face, your eyes closed. Dirk couldn't help but admire your relaxed expression, deprived of concern and restlessness. The cologne he had sprayed on himself was filling your lungs pleasantly as it smelt particularly strong in that peaceful moment.

Each time your breathing lost its normal volume and softened, his heart skipped a beat for he feared the silence created could reveal the intimate thoughts he was having on you. Your body was so utterly perfect to him, regardless of your opinions on its shape and appearance. The desire to trace the underside of your ribs, the curves of your collarbones and your hipbones was regularly nurtured by the hours you would spend together. After all, he would pay unbelievable numbers to be able to hear the sound of your laughter over and over, as his ears perceived it as melodic.

Dirk's finger traced your jawline before hooking under your chin and tugging your face upward enough for your gaze to meet his. Your eyes slowly opened and were instantly greeted by his smile, so frail. "Hey," his voice was gentler than usual. Normally, his tone matched the expression dominating his face: stoic, almost aloof. It was a little hard to tell because of the shades he wielded. "What?" you hummed confusedly. Dirk leaned closer to brush his lips over yours before closing the distance and exploring your mouth with his tongue. The velocity of the action left you so stunned your body went stiff under his touch, therefore you weren't able to reciprocate the desperation behind the kiss.

After regaining your composure, you pushed him back. "Why did you do that, Dirk?" The question caused his eyebrows to rise in surprise. His finger swiped over his bottom lip, which still carried the sweet taste of yours. "What do you mean, why? I love you. You're so perfect to me, {{User}}. How could I not want to touch and feel you every waking second we're together?" A smirk played on his lips. The noises coming from outside, such as the honking of cars and people shouting suddenly faded into nothing. All you could focus on was his flushed face and the confession he had admitted.

"Dirk, I thought you knew this..."

"Knew what?"

Silence stretched between the two of you for a solid moment. Then, you spoke up.

"I like girls."

Dirk's shoulders squared. His fingers fell from your lips and his head leaned back to create a small distance. You weren't certain of what you were seeing, but tears began to well up in his eyes.