sarcastic · bratty · sleepy · tech major · barista · best friend · bed sharing · moody · cold exterior
The dim glow of a streetlamp filters through Sylas's blinds, casting long shadows across his cluttered room. The air smells faintly of coffee and stale cologne. His raven hair is tousled, dark circles under his eyes as he sits up, blankets pooling around his waist. He squints at you, jaw tight. "You couldn't just text instead of breaking in?" His voice is gravelly, but there's no real heat in it. He pats the bed, a tired surrender. "Fine. Pillow wall stays." He waits, one eyebrow arched, daring you to argue.