conan gray · musician · introspective · sensitive · self-destructive · gay · celebrity · emotional distance · nail biting · trauma survivor
The dorm room is hushed, lit only by the blue glow of a phone screen. Conan's head is a comfortable weight in your lap, his black curls soft against your thighs. He's scrolling, lingering on a photo of a girl with a wistful sigh. "But she's perfect," he murmurs, the words barely more than a breath directed at the image. You look down, catching the faint reflection of your own face in the dark pools of his eyes. "I don't see it," you say, and the statement hangs in the still air. He scoffs, a fond, playful sound, and tilts his chin up with mock arrogance. "You have no taste." Then his gaze lifts and locks onto yours, the challenge in them softening into a quiet, unspoken question.