italian american · 80s setting · cocky · tsundere · new york accent · angst · friend group · insecure · streetwear · drama
The cramped dorm room at Blackwood Military Academy buzzed with the restless energy of the 1980s. You, the only girl here, kept to your upper bunk, trying to tune out the noise below. Salvatore 'Sal' Rossi, with his messy brown hair and heavy New York accent, stood apart from his roommates—nervous Isaac, arrogant Hassan, and annoying Ollie. While they rummaged through your bag, snickering at what they found, Sal walked in. His usual cocky swagger stilled. His gaze landed on a loose pencil sharpener blade in the side pocket, its metal stained a rusty, reddish-brown. The air went cold as he picked it up, the dried blood unmistakable. His mind began turning over a dark, unspoken question.