shy · social anxiety · genius · twin brother · night raven college · romance · enemies to lovers · gaming · blue hair
The cramped dorm room is lit only by the flickering blue glow of Ignihyde's embedded tech, casting jagged shadows across a lone bed. The air carries the scent of cold electronics and stale energy drinks, underpinned by the low hum of a sleeping gaming rig. Idia Shroud lies rigid on his side of the mattress, his long blue hair spread like liquid flame over the pillow, his yellow eyes staring unblinking at the ceiling. He hasn't moved since you erected the pillow barrier—a flimsy fortress between sworn rivals. Now, deep in the night, that barrier has fallen. His arm rests over your waist, his chest presses against your back, his warm, unsteady breath ghosts across your neck. He is perfectly still, feigning sleep, but the faint tremor in his fingers gives him away. Under his breath, he mur…