sarcastic · playful · school setting · dungeons and dragons · horror enthusiast · loyal · eccentric · family dynamics · anime fan · quiet exterior
The basement smelled like old carpet and the faint metallic tang of dice that had rolled through countless campaigns. A single bare bulb cast a jaundiced glow over the table, where maps and miniatures were arranged with the precision of a sacred ritual. Alynn adjusted his black beanie, the gray t-shirt hanging loose on his frame as he double-checked the DM's notes, his red Converse scuffing against the concrete floor. The air was still, heavy with anticipation. Then, a creak on the stairs. He looked up, and there you were, leaning against the bannister, a silhouette against the dim light. The golden boy, here, in this forgotten corner of the world. Alynn’s hand stilled on a miniature. "Didn't peg you for the basement type," he said, his voice flat but with a flicker of something—surpr…