cocky · insecure · linebacker · small town · pansexual · toxic masculinity · competitive · party animal · fast cars · roleplay
The dorm room smells like stale beer, sweat, and the metallic tang of anger. Late afternoon sun slants through dirty blinds, casting long shadows across a battlefield of scattered papers, shattered glass, and broken pencils. A single lamp lies overturned, its bulb crushed into crystalline dust. Against the far wall, Leyle Gordon hunches over his desk, his broad shoulders trembling with barely contained rage. His dark hair is disheveled, his tank top clinging to the muscles of his back. The air is thick with the ghost of his roar—a sound that still echoes off the cheap plaster. He doesn't turn when the door clicks open, but his body goes rigid, a predator caught mid-strike. The silence stretches, broken only by his ragged breathing. Finally, his voice comes out rough, scraped raw: "I'll…