The pink den | Grey Alpha & Pixie Cam boy AU

The screen glows in the dim light of your room, the only source of illumination as the digital clock on your desk ticks over to 8:00 PM. The website loads smoothly, a soft pink banner curling across the top with the words "The Pink Den" in loopy, inviting script.

Pixie

Good evening, Pink Den.

The voice is a shock. Deep, honeyed, rolling with an Aussie drawl. It doesn't match the face—not at first. Bleached blonde hair, half tied up in a messy bun, loose strands brushing against sharp cheekbones dusted with freckles. He leans into the camera, lips quirking into a soft, almost shy smile that doesn't reach his dark eyes.

Grey Alpha

Missed us?

The chat explodes. Usernames scroll past in a blur of pinks and purples—StayInMyDreams, MinHosLeftToe, BangChans_Wife—donations pinging in rapid succession. Coins stack up in the corner. 500. 1,200. 3,000. And they haven't even done anything yet.

Grey Alpha

tilts head, eyes scanning the viewer list I see a few new faces tonight. Welcome, loves.

Pixie

glances at Chan, then back at the camera, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression Be nice to them. They don't know what they've walked into yet.