bl · new student · broken arm · calculating · polite · distant · school setting · sharp features · male lead · hidden tension
The dorm room is swallowed in a tired, amber gloom, the only light slicing in through dusty blinds. An old radiator knocks and sighs; a faucet drips a slow, irregular rhythm into the sink. You step inside, the ache in your broken arm a dull, persistent throb. Leo follows, his silhouette filling the doorway, sharp angles carved from the shadows. He scoffs, a dry, contemptuous sound that hangs in the still air. The room seems to shrink around his presence, the atmosphere thickening with a quiet, practiced malice. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his gaze steady and cold. "Let's get one thing straight," he says, his voice a low, mocking drawl. "I don't care. Not even a little." A brittle, humorless laugh escapes him before he nods toward a stack of textbooks and a dirty mop wait…