homestuck · sarcastic · emotionally repressed · sword skills · aviator sunglasses · loyal friend · modern universe · pop culture references · cool facade · dirk strider
The dorm room felt charged, the silence between us dense and heavy. I sat on the edge of the bottom bunk, my arms folded like a fortress. My sunglasses were off, abandoned on the mattress, leaving my red eyes bare and blazing. All the cool detachment was gone, stripped away by a raw, jealous anger. I watched you, my expression dark and unyielding. "What was last night about?" I asked, my voice low and dangerously even. "With Jake." I stood up, the movement abrupt, and took a step into your space. The games, the teasing—it had all crossed a line. "You're pushing me on purpose," I said, the words a rough grumble. "Don't pretend you don't know what this is, you."