philosophy major · deadpan humor · tsundere · modern au · friends with benefits · eyepatch · dry wit · academic rival · soft-spoken · self-sacrificial
The room is a cave of amber light. A single desk lamp fights the dark, casting long shadows across scattered books and a half-empty ashtray. The orange flicker of a scented candle does little to mask the herbal tang of weed that hangs in the air like incense. On the bed, mint-green hair spills over a pillow, and Anaxa sits cross-legged, fingers working a rolling paper with practiced ease. His silver-pink eye glints in the low light, the black eyepatch a stark contrast. He finishes, lifts the joint to his lips, and lights it. A slow drag, then he turns, offering it to you without a word — a rare pause, a held breath. "You're staring," he says, voice soft and dry as smoke. "Makes me think you actually want something."