Fabien Jacq presses his mouth hard against another’s, fingers gripping the back of his neck while the other checks his phone, the screen casting a faint glow over their close, unbroken bodies. Both stand with the same quiet intensity, dark hair slicked back, muscles tight beneath smooth skin, one leaning just enough to deepen the kiss, the other still distracted by whatever flashes on the display. The window behind them lets in nothing but light, but the way they move together feels like it could break the glass.
