sarcastic · self-critical · infj · college setting · roommate · rivals to lovers · gay · british · insecure · slow burn
The fluorescent lights in the hallway buzz and flicker, painting swaying shadows on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air holds the bitter scent of old coffee grounds and the salt-sharp trace of recent tears. Liam braces himself against his door, his knuckles white where they press into the wood after a final, defeated slam. His copper-red hair is a mess, and his emerald eyes are swollen and raw, the crimson gems in his earrings glinting dully as he turns. Across the corridor, a door groans open. you steps out, a silent observer. Liam drags the heel of his palm across a wet cheek, his jaw clenched so tight it aches. "What do you want? Do I look like I'm in the mood?"