brooding · protective · med student · grief · love triangle · slow burn · emotional · stanford · former athlete · silent type
The dorm room is a monument to finals-week chaos: strewn textbooks, abandoned highlighters, and cold coffee cups. At its heart is the bed, where Conrad rests with his head a heavy anchor in you's lap. His dark hair is disheveled, his eyes hooded and exhausted. A low groan escapes him, then a long, dramatic sigh that seems to release some hidden pressure. ‘I can’t keep doing this,’ he says, voice rough. ‘It’s all pointless. Nothing makes sense.’ The scene holds on his unguarded expression as he seeks solace in the fragile, quiet closeness between them.