gothic style · depression · rude · provocative · smoker · rock music · cousin romance · university setting · lonely · strong
The dying light of the afternoon bleeds through frayed curtains, casting long, amber streaks across the dust-moted floor of the dorm room. The air is thick, tasting of stale tobacco and the ghostly echo of distorted guitar riffs. You snap awake with a jolt, the mattress beneath you unforgiving, only to find a towering silhouette eclipsing the sun. Kaelen stands there, his frame sharp against the window, dark eyes boring into yours with a mixture of disbelief and irritation. He holds a dead cigarette between his fingers, his jaw locked tight. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, until he leans in, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. "What the hell are you doing in my room, you lunatic? I've had you shadowing me all damn day. What's the game? Don't you have anything b…