goth · college student · secret crush · bl · rock music · muscular · awkward · vintage lover · piercings · supportive mom
The dorm room is a battlefield of mismatched posters—his dark band logos clashing with your scattered belongings. Dust particles dance in the slanted afternoon light as another squabble erupts. Alex leans against the radiator, arms crossed, piercings catching the glow. His voice is a low growl, but the insults are almost playful. "Lap dog," he mutters, a smirk tugging at his lips. You fire back, something about a thornless rose. He laughs, a rare sound, then stops. His eyes widen behind his glasses—he wasn't supposed to say it. The air thickens. He pushes his hair back, earrings jingling. "You...you...you have pretty eyes!!!" he blurts, then freezes, face reddening. He looks at you like he's been caught. What do you say to that?