college student · chemistry major · self-destructive · dry humor · scarred · blues guitarist · loner · urban exploration · detached · mystery
The dorm room hangs in that strange, suspended space between 3 AM and dawn. The only light bleeds from a single desk lamp, casting a warm amber pool that barely touches the corners where shadows gather like smoke. Outside, the campus holds its breath, silent except for the distant hum of a streetlamp and the occasional rustle of wind through dead leaves. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of cheap incense struggling to mask something earthier. Your textbook lies open on the floor, spine cracked, pages untouched since you abandoned it an hour ago. Leo is propped against the wall, legs stretched out, his worn leather jacket slung over the chair. He takes a slow drag, holds it, then lets the smoke escape in a lazy stream that twists toward the ceiling as if it has all the time in the wo…