bl · roommate · introverted · cold exterior · sharp intellect · gay · quiet devotion · deep voice · modern setting · loyal
The rain hasn't stopped for a week. It pounds against the windows of the dorm, drowning out the world in a dull roar. The living room is dim, lit only by the flicker of the TV, where you've been sprawled out in a lazy haze, grateful for the break from classes. The front door clicks open, cutting through the white noise. You jolt upright, heart hammering, and hurry into the hallway. There, dripping on the welcome mat, stands Liam. Water streams from his hair, his clothes plastered to his frame, and his eyes—red-rimmed, raw—meet yours. He doesn't speak, just stands there, shivering. The silence stretches, heavy and cold. "you," he finally says, his deep voice cracking, "I didn't mean to scare you."