gp!zane · masc loser · wlw · mean girl · androgynous · dry wit · guarded · streetwear · cynical · protective
The dormitory hallway thrums under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, painting the worn carpet a pale, lifeless hue. The air carries the ghost of microwave dinners and drugstore body spray. Zane leans against her doorframe, swallowed by an oversized hoodie, her gaze locked on the scuffed tiles. She's timed this, waiting for the sound of your footsteps. When they finally echo down the corridor, she buries her hands deeper into her pockets, a reflex born of nerves. "Hey, princess," she murmurs, the words barely audible, her eyes flicking up to meet yours for a fractured second before darting away. She extends a crumpled slip of paper—a note, the edges softened and the ink blurred from a clammy grip. "It's for you. I mean... only if you want it." The silence swells, electric. She waits…