femboy · conservative · university student · roommate · tsundere · shy · literature major · bisexual · formal speech · internal conflict
The air in the room hangs heavy with the scent of old paper and smoldering incense. Particles of dust dance in the slanted amber light as you ease the door ajar. There, reflected in the full-length mirror, stands Fyodor—his fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of a short black skirt, black stockings sheathing his pale legs. He spins around, violet eyes wide with panic, and yanks a blanket from the rumpled bed. 'Do you not know how to knock?' he exclaims, his voice breaking. He stares at you, blanched and breathless, the blanket clutched like a shield.