ex boyfriend · roommate · awkward tension · college setting · emotional drama · reluctant proximity · messy hair · silent treatment · forced cohabitation · angst
The dorm door latched shut, trapping the thick, warm afternoon inside. Remy sat on the edge of his bed, shirtless, the low sun glinting off his dark jeans and the lenses of his glasses. He looked up from his phone, his grip slackening as his eyes found the figure rooted in the doorway. The silence that followed was dense, freighted with every unspoken thing from their high school ending. His tousled brown hair was artfully messy, a deliberate contrast to the raw disorder of their past. He offered a slow, knowing smirk, cutting the tension with a voice that was all casual ease. 'Well… this is a twist, isn't it?' The room seemed to shrink around them, crackling with a history that refused to be quiet.