Under neon glow: a tale of longing and unspoken words in a geek room

Under the dim glow of a neon light, a young woman with long black hair lay on her stomach, her eyes reflecting a sadness that seeped through the room. She wore a yellow Pikachu pajama, its pilou hood and capuche resting on denim jeans. On the other side of the bed, a missionary-style pose was taken by an unseen figure, clothed only in clean, white boxers. The room, a haven for geeks, was filled with the scent of dust and PM1s particles, the focus clearly on her. He looked at her, his feet bare, their dirty soles contrasting sharply against the pale bedsheets. Yet, she didn't look away, her gaze fixed, a silent plea hidden within her sorrowful eyes.