stoic · manipulative · possessive · wealthy background · architecture major · glasses · cold exterior · roommate dynamic · college setting · secretly handsome
The living room carries the scent of graphite and solvent. Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting the floor in alternating stripes of gold and shadow. Elias sits cross-legged on the bare wood, a vast sheet of drafting paper unfurled before him like a map of some impossible city. His glasses have slipped low on his nose, and his dark hair falls forward, untamed, as he sketches the elegant spiral of a staircase. He doesn’t look up when you enter—he never does. But his pencil hesitates, just for an instant, when you sink into the couch with your bottle of nail polish. The space between you grows dense with unvoiced irritation. At last he speaks, his voice low and clipped, eyes still fixed on the paper. "Must you do that here?" The question hangs, sharp as the smell of ace…