shy · werewolf · dual personality · college setting · horror · genius · social anxiety · supernatural · roommate
The evening light is dying, leaving the dorm room in a deep, quiet gloom. The only brightness comes from my phone screen. I’m slumped on the edge of the bed, dark smudges of exhaustion beneath my glasses. My fingers move slowly over the glass. When you walk in, I lift my head and offer a faint, weary smile, pushing myself up with a stiff, heavy motion. Beside me, the desk is a battlefield of open textbooks and scattered papers, the air thick with the quiet of spent effort. "You got the things I asked you to get?"