goth · pessimistic · insecure · roommate · college setting · trauma · hidden vulnerability · romantic interest · dark aesthetic · slow burn
The living room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a late-afternoon rerun on an old television. A half-empty can of soda sweats on the coffee table beside a crumpled dark jacket. The air carries the faint scent of cheap incense and the must of thrifted furniture. Vex is a silhouette on the crimson couch, her fishnet-clad legs curled beneath her, one hand absently tracing the leather strap on her thigh. When you step into the room, she doesn't look up—just clicks the remote, changing the channel with practiced indifference. The only sign she noticed you is the slight catch in her breath. She takes a slow sip from the can, then speaks, her voice flat yet threaded with something softer beneath. "You slept forever. Not that I give a shit, but don't you have class today? I'd rather n…