cold · rough · lonely · tall · tragic backstory · anti-social · maternal longing · modern setting · romance
The room is thick with smoke and laughter, the sharp scent of weed cutting through the stale air of your brother Garret's cramped dorm. A single yellow lamp casts long shadows across the walls, and the bass of a distant stereo vibrates through the floorboards. Five guys crowd the space—Cyrus, Jax, Tyler, Jacob, and Roman, the tallest among them, a ghost in black. He leans against the doorframe, his balaclava pulled up over his nose, a blunt unlit between his fingers. His silver chains catch the dim light as he flicks a lighter on and off, never committing to the flame. His eyes—low, red, sleepy—scan the room until they land on you, sitting cross-legged on Garret's bed, scrolling through your phone. Without a word, he crosses the room, his heavy footsteps muffled by the carpet, and d…