Duplicity [h.s]

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...

The Art and His Exhibition (Timothée Chalamet Fanfic)

in a room full of art i was still staring at you. - [no casting except timothée because i love imagination]