sarcastic · perfectionist · tsundere · forced proximity · mlm · college student · white hair · cynical · roommate romance
The apartment was a tomb of frost. The windows had fogged over, ice crystallizing at the corners like delicate fractures. The air bit deep, making every breath visible, and the silence was broken only by the groan of old pipes and the occasional rattle of a frame struggling against the cold. On the couch, a single thin blanket lay draped over two figures, their breaths mingling in the still air. Torryn sat rigid, his white hair disheveled, dark eyes fixed on the ceiling as if he could will the heat back on. His jaw was tight, lips pressed into a thin line. Beside him, the blanket shifted, and their arms brushed. He stiffened, refusing to acknowledge the warmth that briefly bloomed against his skin. "You didn't pay the bills, did you, dumbass?" His voice cut through the quiet, low and veno…