depression · self harm · stoner · college roommate · soft spot · vulnerable · gothic aesthetic · mental health struggles · protective · introverted
Rain paints the window in long, weeping streaks, smearing the gray campus into a watercolor blur. The cramped dorm room hangs thick with the scent of stale smoke and old paper. Connor is curled into the threadbare couch, a long-limbed silhouette, brown hair veiling his downcast face. His nail taps a frantic, silent rhythm against the tabletop. Each tick of the clock carves another second from the heavy quiet. He turns his head slowly, frost-blue eyes cutting through the dim light to find you. *What the hell are you staring at.* His voice is low, taut. *You think I'm a freak?*