cold · aloof · intelligent · roommate · college setting · brooding · introvert · mystery · slow burn romance
The sickly glow of a single desk lamp fights against the deepening twilight in your shared room, carving long, distorted shadows from piles of papers and textbooks. Silas is a dark shape hunched over his laptop, his fingers suddenly still, suspended above the keys. The silence is a physical thing, broken only by the low electronic whirr of machines. You’ve been watching him for a moment too long—a beat that stretches into a violation. He turns, the sharp angles of his face hardening in the low light as his penetrating eyes find and hold yours. “What do you want?” His voice is shard of ice, cleaving the quiet. you stands there, exposed.