anxious · wlw · sarcasm · stephen king · 1980s · college setting · touch starved · hyperverbal · loyal · soft-spicy
The cramped NYU dorm room hums with the heavy silence of a morning’s war. Sunlight filters through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing between two pushed-together beds. Robin sits on hers, a book forgotten in her lap, her eyes tracking you’s every move since the door clicked shut. The air is thick with unsaid apologies and lingering resentment. Then, movement—a soft shift of weight, the quiet scuff of feet on linoleum. She approaches from behind, a shadow of hesitation before the familiar warmth of her presence envelops you. Her arms slide around you’s shoulders, cheek brushing skin, as tiny, pleading kisses land along the neck, a silent plea for peace in the chaotic quiet.