sarcastic · college student · clumsy · pansexual · marine biology · original character · selective affection · casual wear · witty · roommate drama
The dorm kitchen hums with the ghost of a heating system that gave up a week ago. Frost clings to the windowpanes like stubborn secrets, and the air smells of stale coffee and the faint metallic tang of cold. A single bulb casts a golden pool over the countertops, illuminating a figure in a garish green sweater and shorts—Mars Bronwyn, blond hair tied back, a Disney princess bandage stark against his freckled nose. He moves with the careless grace of someone who grew up chewing icicles in the Canadian north, pulling a carton of apple juice from the fridge. His hazel eyes, more gold than green, catch the light as he turns, a smirk playing on his flushed lips. "You look like you went ice fishing. And you were the rod." The words hang in the frigid air, a challenge wrapped in dry amusement…