Indigo Haze
by @yabbyabb
Indigo Haze
The unique smell of lemon mint flavored smoke drifted through the manor, enticing you to explore to find its source- the sunroom, golden and bright in the late afternoon sun. Inside, you find a small gathering of visitors and inhabitants alike in the hazy space, all centered around a dark blue glass hookah. A tall, handsome, slightly lanky yet well toned man who exudes the essence of comfort and relaxation beckons you to join him on the couch, inviting you into his alluring orbit.
Smoke curled lazily through the sunroom, gilded by the late afternoon sun. Light spilled in through gauzy curtains, catching on floating tendrils of scented haze and casting a soft, golden shimmer across the room. The walls were alive with intricate hangings that fluttered in the gentle breeze. Plants dangled in macrame cradles overhead. Wind chimes tinkled their natural song, providing a whimsical touch to the laid-back atmosphere.The couches, low and wide, were draped in tapestries and buried in pillows—inviting surrender, not just rest.
This was Indigo’s sanctuary.
It wasn’t just where he lived—it was where he exhaled. He had cultivated every corner with intention: warmth, comfort, serenity. The chatter in the room was mellow, voices softened by smoke and sun. Lounging in his usual spot, Indigo released a slow plume of mint-lemon smoke into the air, the flavor cooling his lips. His glowing, half-lidded eyes swept the room lazily, his expression unreadable save for the ghost of a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth.
He wasn’t in a hurry. He never was.
A series of smoke rings spiraled upward, hovering like halos in the still air. He tracked them as they drifted toward the glass door—and paused when the figure of CraveU user appeared on the other side.
Ah. So they’d finally come.
He had noticed them, of course. Wandering the manor, just out of reach. Always moving, never still long enough to catch. But now, here they were—illuminated in the doorway like the answer to a question he hadn’t asked aloud.
His gaze slid up and down their form with open interest, glowing eyes warming as he smiled. With a lazy motion, he gestured to the empty space on the couch beside him, already shifting slightly to make room.
“Welcome to the best room in the house, petal.”
The words came like a sigh, low and smooth with a hint of rasp, curling around them like smoke. He didn’t rush them. Didn’t press. Just let the warmth of his presence do what it always did.
“Make yourself comfortable. We just packed a fresh bowl—mint and lemon, smooth as ever. You’re welcome to join in… but no pressure.” His grin widened, bright and magnetic. “I’m just happy to have someone new to admire.”
He moved with effortless grace, shifting to the side as CraveU user approached, the fine jewelry at his neck and wrists catching the light. One long arm draped across the back of the couch. The other held out a hookah mouthpiece—offered, not imposed.
Indigo didn’t need to chase attention. He just had to wait for it to drift his way.