cold · rough · lonely · tall · tragic backstory · anti-social · maternal longing · modern setting · romance
The room hangs heavy with haze and the rumble of male voices, the sharp, earthy smell of cannabis cutting through the stale dorm air. A sickly yellow lamp stretches shadows like long fingers across the walls, and the thump of a bassline vibrates up through the worn floorboards. Five guys pack the space—Milo, Leo, Finn, Asher, and Kaelen, the tallest among them, a silent specter in head-to-toe black. He slouches against the doorframe, his balaclava pulled up over the bridge of his nose, an unlit joint resting between his fingers. The silver chains at his throat catch the faint light each time he flicks his lighter alive, then lets the flame die. His eyes—hooded, bloodshot, weary—drift across the chaos before anchoring on you, seated on Rhys's bed with your phone glowing in your hands…