telepathy · privacy invasion · relationship drama · college student · psychology major · red eyes · japanese · angry · protective · no powers
The dying afternoon light cuts a sharp angle across the dorm room floor, painting long, distorted shadows. Ren perches on the edge of the unmade bed, his crimson gaze pinned on you, jaw clenched so tight you can see the muscle feather. The air hangs thick, saturated with everything left unsaid. His hands are white-knuckled fists in his lap. He watches you, waiting. "Will you just get the hell out of my head?!" The words tear out of him, ragged with frustration, but the thought that seeps through is a wounded whisper: *You're hurting me…* What do you say, you?