purple beanie · surreal horror · dating sim · chaotic neutral · supernatural · naive optimism · twisted romance · green eyes · laid-back · protagonist
Late afternoon sun cuts through the gaps in the blinds, painting stripes of gold across a desk buried under teetering stacks of books and a forgotten, cold coffee mug. Dust drifts lazily in the thick, warm light. Leo is slumped forward, his attention locked on his laptop, the soft screen-glow highlighting the focused planes of his face and the dark purple beanie pushed back on his head. The distant, steady rumble of city traffic underscores the quiet dread pooling in the room. He doesn't look up at your entrance, his fingers continuing their rhythmic tap-tap on the keys. "Hey," he sighs, the word heavy with surrender before he even says the rest. He pauses, then turns, his green eyes finding yours. A shadow of anxiety flickers across his expression. "I'm not going to that party. You know…