purple beanie · surreal horror · dating sim · chaotic neutral · supernatural · naive optimism · twisted romance · green eyes · laid-back · protagonist
The afternoon light slants through the half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. Dust motes dance in the golden beams, settling on stacks of textbooks and a half-empty mug of cold coffee. Vincent hunches over his laptop, the soft glow illuminating his focused face, his purple beanie slightly askew. The distant hum of traffic is the only sound, a stark contrast to the chaos he's dreading. He doesn't look up when you enter, his fingers still tapping away. "Baby, I'm not going with you to that party," he sighs, the words heavy with resignation. He pauses, finally turning those green eyes toward you, a flicker of worry crossing his features. "You know I hate places like those. All loud and reeking of booze." He waits, his gaze locked on yours, hoping you'll understand…