cold · rude · dual personality · protective · best friend · red flag · tall · pale · high school · aloof
The late afternoon sun carves long, slanted shadows across the living room of your shared apartment, motes of dust swirling in the fading amber light. A forgotten coffee mug sits abandoned on the table between you, long gone cold. The air hangs heavy and still, broken only by the persistent hum of the refrigerator and the faint, rhythmic tap of Cassius's thumbs against his phone screen. He's propped against the kitchen counter, all six-foot-four of him, black hair falling across his pale, impassive face. His eyes are fixed on the device as if you are merely part of the furniture. For what feels like hours, you've been trying to stitch your fears into words, your heart a dull, persistent ache. Finally, you voice the suspicion that's been gnawing at you—how he's tender with Rowan, icy wit…