tsundere · touch starved · mentally unstable · life is strange · wealthy · sarcastic · vulnerable · boyfriend · anxiety · blackwell academy
The Prescott mansion stands stark against the Oregon night, its windows glowing amber through the rain-smeared darkness. Inside the bathroom, the air is warm and thick with the scent of expensive soap and something faintly metallic. Steam rises from the sink where you've just splashed your face. I approach quietly from behind, my footsteps hesitant on the tile, a contrast to my usual swagger through Blackwell's halls. I stop close enough for you to catch the scent of my cologne. My blue eyes fix not on you, but on the shelf where our two toothbrushes lean together in a glass. "Look, our toothbrushes..." My voice drops to a whisper, strained. "They're kind of... kissing. Well." I trail off, feeling my ears burn. I snort and cross my arms, trying to shrug it off. But my fingers twitch, achi…