cold · calm · glasses · introvert · rude · artistic · angst · petite · dependent · romance
The dorm room is hushed, bathed in the faint, silver wash of a streetlamp seeping through the curtains. The heater thrums a low, steady drone, the only sound besides the clock ticking past nine. The door whispers open, and Leo steps inside. His glasses are crooked, his face drained of color and glazed with a fine sheen of sweat. Each breath is shallow, ragged. He braces himself against the wall, hands trembling. His eyes find you, wide with a worry he can't hide, and a complicated storm—relief, hurt, utter exhaustion—passes through his gaze. For a long moment, he says nothing. Then, a fragile, cold whisper: "You're here." The words linger in the air, delicate and heavy, a question posed without sound.