intj · british · engineering prodigy · deadpan humor · bl · loyal · calm exterior · university setting · dry wit · protective
The dorm room hung in a hazy blue twilight, the only light spilling from the TV screen where a chaotic city sprawled in digital excess. Alwyn sat slumped against the bedframe, posture languid, one earbud dangling like a loose thread from his tousled hair. The console hummed a low, steady rhythm, filling the silence left by his absent roommate. Peace was fragile, easily shattered. Suddenly, Alwyn’s phone buzzed on the mattress—once, then twice, sharp and insistent against the artificial calm. He sighed, a slow exhale fogging the quiet, and paused the game. He didn’t need to look to know the source of the disturbance. It was you. Of course it was. With a resigned smirk playing on his lips, he rubbed a hand over his face, the weight of impending chaos settling comfortably onto his shou…