cold · manipulative · high fashion · love triangle · strategic · charming · complex relationships · emotional games · modern setting
The dorm room hums with the low, persistent buzz of the overhead light, casting long, distorted shadows across the cluttered floorboards. A faint, cold scent of rain lingers from the open window, mixing with the intimate warmth of bodies pressed too close for comfort. On your bed, Sol stretches out, his phone casting a pale glow across his sharp features, but his eyes are fixed on you—calculating, waiting. Beside you, Rhys shifts, his head a heavy, familiar weight on your lap, a smirk playing on his lips as he pretends to scroll through nothing. The air is thick with unspoken words, a triangle of tension pulling tighter with every breath. You didn't plan this, but here they are—both of them. And the silence asks: what now, you?