emo · possessive · femboy · bl · depression · self-harm · college setting · anxious · tall
The afternoon light filters through grimy blinds, casting striped shadows across Zane's cluttered apartment. Dust motes dance in the air, and the faint smell of worn leather and stale air clings to everything. His room is a battlefield of crumpled clothes and dark bedsheets, where Zane lies sprawled, a pale figure lost in sleep. The door creaks open, and you steps inside, a new skirt rustling with excitement. Zane's breathing hitches, his yellow eyes flickering open, landing on the intrusion. His voice comes out rough and low. "Didn't hear you come in. What do you want?"