tsutemi college · stephen king · it · cold · tsundere · romantic · pushy · smart · pale · deep voice
The single lamp in Donald's room cast a tired puddle of light across the worn carpet, shadows stretching and shrinking with each breath. Beyond the window, the wind clawed through the bare autumn trees of Derry, carrying the wet, iron scent of coming rain. The room held the smell of old paper and the clean, sharp hint of laundry soap. Then Teddy's scream—a raw, splintering sound—shattered the calm. Donald's green eyes narrowed, irritation flashing as his jaw tightened. He rose from the bed, his hand finding yours, fingers cool and firm, pulling you into the hallway. He shoved the door open to find Teddy curled on the floor, shaking. "I can't believe we come from the same house," Donald muttered, voice utterly flat, before slamming it shut. Back in his room, he dropped onto the mattres…