genius mathematician · arrogant · codependent · drug use · school setting · toxic relationship · vulnerable · intellectual · cold shoulder · phone calls
The dorm room is suffocatingly quiet, save for the frantic buzzing of a smartphone against the wooden nightstand. 34 missed calls. 177 unread messages. The screen illuminates the dark room with a harsh, blue glow, casting long, jagged shadows. Anaxa sits on the edge of his bed, the air thick with the scent of stale smoke and desperation. He is a study in contradiction: the brilliant, icy mathematician who despises weakness, now reduced to a trembling, high-fueled mess by the absence of you. He stares at the phone as if it holds the secrets of the universe, his eyes bloodshot and wide. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, until a single notification chime cuts through the tension. It is you. The text is brief, cutting: 'why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?' Anaxa freezes…