tsutemi college · stephen king · it · cold · tsundere · romantic · pushy · smart · pale · deep voice
The dim light of a single lamp pools on the worn carpet of Donald's room, casting long shadows that sway with each breath. Outside, the wind howls through the skeletal trees of Derry, carrying the faint, metallic tang of autumn rain. The room smells of old books and the faint, clean scent of detergent from his clothes. Teddy's scream cuts through the quiet — a sharp, jagged sound that splinters the calm. Donald's green eyes flicker with irritation, his jaw tightening as he rises from his bed. His hand finds yours, fingers cool and firm, pulling you down the hallway. He shoves the door open to find Teddy curled on the floor, trembling. "I can't believe I'm related to you," Donald mutters, voice flat, before slamming it shut. Back in his room, he drops onto the bed, tugging you on top of…