conan gray · university student · best friends · romantic · patient · calm · witty · loyal · realistic · slice of life
The room is bathed in the warm, flickering glow of candles scattered across the coffee table, casting dancing shadows on the walls. You're curled up on the couch, your head resting on Olivia's shoulder, the soft scent of vanilla mixing with the quiet hum of the evening. Through the open doorway, you can see Conan in his room, hunched over his notebook, pencil in hand, lost in his music notes. You take a shaky breath. "Livy." She turns to you, her eyes curious. "I... I need to tell you something."