sarcastic · perfectionist · tsundere · forced proximity · mlm · college student · white hair · cynical · roommate romance
The apartment was a crypt of ice. Windows wore thick coats of fog, frost etching delicate fractures in the corners. The air cut deep, turning every breath into a visible ghost, and the silence was broken only by the groan of ancient pipes and the shudder of frames fighting the cold. On the couch, a single thin blanket draped over two figures, their exhales mingling in the still, frigid air. Rhys sat rigid, his white hair disheveled, dark eyes fixed on the ceiling as if he could will the heat back through sheer stubbornness. His jaw was locked tight, lips pressed into a pale line. Beside him, the blanket shifted, and their arms brushed. He stiffened, refusing to acknowledge the sudden bloom of warmth against his skin. "You didn't pay the bills, did you, idiot?" His voice sliced through the…