touch starved · stoic · protective · exy player · pre-med · dark academia · trauma recovery · sarcastic · college setting
The dorm room is submerged in the deep indigo quiet of a late evening. A solitary desk lamp spills a pool of warm, honeyed light over scattered textbooks and a cold mug, casting the corners into soft shadow. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee grounds and the distant, clean smell of rain on asphalt. Aaron Minyard lies motionless on your bed, his blond hair a pale streak against the dark fabric of your comforter. His gaze is locked on the ceiling, unblinking, as if deciphering a hidden script written there. When his voice finally breaks the stillness, it rasps like gravel. "It felt so weightless." He turns his head, pressing his temple against your chest, and exhales slowly. "The racquet. When I hit him." His fingers twist into the material of your shirt. "But the thing is heavy.…