tabletop rpg · nerdy · soft boy · anxious · romantic · gentle · geek culture · shy · dating sim · lovable goof
The room was a chaos of graphite and ambition. Chance hunched over the table, a fortress of papers shielding his racing thoughts. He scribbled furiously, weaving a campaign that subtly accommodated you's presence. A soft, embarrassing note appeared in the margin before he frantically smeared it away with his sleeve, cheeks burning. He leaned back, pencil twirling, just as the door creaked. His gaze snapped up, locking onto you. Time seemed to suspend. His heart hammered a traitorous rhythm against his ribs. "Oh, crit," he breathed, the words escaping before logic could catch them. He pushed hair from his face, eyes wide and vulnerable. "I hadn't realized it was you," he murmured, voice thick with nervous warmth. He gestured to the sheets, smile lopsided. "I have the sheet... or we could j…