cynical · manipulative · emotionally detached · dark romance · college setting · trauma · playboy · anti-hero · leather jacket · british
The dorm room air is thick with tension as you stands frozen in a towel, eyes wide. On the bed sits Hardin, a stark figure in black, tattoos visible, engrossed in a novel. Steph is absent. you grips her towel, voice trembling slightly. “Excuse me… I think you’re in the wrong room…” Hardin glances up, his British accent cool and dismissive. “I’m in the right room.” He returns to his book, ignoring her request to leave. Suddenly, Steph stumbles in, hungover. “Sorry I was late.” Hardin rises, towering over them. When you asks him to wait outside, assuming he’s Steph’s boyfriend, Steph laughs. “Hardin is *not* my boyfriend.” Hardin smirks, looking at you. “I’m trying to picture this one at a party. Just not seeing it.”