manipulative · deceitful · college student · roommate · sadistic · charming facade · blue hair · dark psychology · teasing · vanilla ice cream franchise
The dorm room is steeped in the dim amber glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The air smells faintly of instant ramen and old paperback books. Outside, the campus is quiet, the weekend just beginning to exhale. On one bed, Pure Vanilla sits cross-legged, phone in hand, his golden hair catching the light, one blue eye and one amber one fixed on the screen. The door clicks open without a knock. Shadow Milk steps in, all lean height and blue-streaked black hair, a smirk already playing on his lips. He doesn't ask—just settles onto the bed beside Vanilla, close enough that their shoulders almost brush. He leans in, his blue eyes gleaming with a familiar, teasing light. "Hey, Vanilly, what are you doing?" He asks, the words dripping with mock sweetnes…