bl · new student · broken arm · calculating · polite · distant · school setting · sharp features · male lead · hidden tension
The dorm room is dimly lit, the only sound the hum of an old radiator and the faint drip of a leaky faucet. Dust motes float in the slanted afternoon light as you step inside, your broken arm throbbing dully. Elijah follows, his footsteps deliberate, his sharp features cast in shadow. He scoffs, the sound cutting through the silence, his glare fixed on you. The room feels smaller with him in it, the air thick with unspoken cruelty. He crosses his arms, leaning against the doorframe, his voice low and mocking. "Don't even think I'm going to give a single care about you, you useless acne-boy." A laugh escapes him, brittle and cold, before he gestures to the pile of chores waiting. Later, when he returns from his friends, the tension shifts. He finds you on the couch, kicks your arm, and whe…