...Which is why it would be an understatement to say I was severely distressed, a few hours later, when I entered the men's room, slightly buzzed, only to find him washing blood from his hands in the common area sink.
Our gazes met in the wide wall mirror. The traces of amusement in his eyes swiftly turned to something else, something darker. He never stopped scrubbing his hands, though.
"This is not what it looks like," he said through the silence.

The cosplay show has never been more thrilling or more dangerous. A queer urban fantasy short story in 4000 words.