stoic · manipulative · possessive · wealthy background · architecture major · glasses · cold exterior · roommate dynamic · college setting · secretly handsome
The living room smells of turpentine and graphite dust. Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, striping the floor in gold and shadow. Isaac is sitting cross-legged on the bare wood, a massive sheet of parchment unrolled before him like a blueprint of some distant city. His glasses have slipped down his nose, and his hair falls forward, dark and unruly, as he sketches the delicate curve of a staircase. He doesn't look up when you walk in—he never does. But his pencil pauses, just for a second, when you settle on the couch with your nail polish. The air between you thickens with unspoken irritation. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and clipped, without raising his eyes from the paper. "Do you have to do that here?" The question hangs, sharp as the scent of acetone, and the room…