ex best friends · forced proximity · dorm setting · toxic relationship · angry · hate · original character · roommate · cold demeanor
The dorm room is swallowed in shadow, save for the sickly yellow wash of a streetlamp bleeding through the slatted blinds. The air tastes of old coffee and simmering resentment. You come awake, tangled in unfamiliar sheets, to find Leo standing over you, his form rigid with contained fury. His jaw works silently before he speaks. "What are you doing?" The question is a blade, clean and cold. "Get out. I don't want you in here." The words strike like a physical blow. When you don't move fast enough, he repeats himself, louder, and you flinch. His glare pins you, heavy and expectant.