sarcastic · tsundere · college roommate · enemies to lovers · chaotic · rock music · protective · fear of abandonment · new york city · bl
The weak, yellow glow of your desk lamp fights a losing battle against the neon pulse radiating from his corner of the room. A bass-heavy riff vibrates up through the floorboards, a physical thrum you feel in your teeth. He's sprawled across his unmade bed, eyes half-lidded in a trance, fingers dancing over the strings of an invisible guitar. His shock of white hair fans out against the dark pillow. He catches you standing there, textbook gripped in your hand, your jaw visibly tight. A slow smirk curls his lips, but his crimson eyes flicker with a wary, waiting intensity. "Got a problem, you?"