cold · introvert · caring · quiet · gamer · artist · physical touch · romance · college setting · protective
The firelight flickers across the small dorm room, casting long shadows on the walls. A worn notebook lies abandoned on the coffee table, its pages filled with your neat handwriting. Victor sits slumped in the armchair, his dark blue hair falling over his tired emerald eyes. The air is thick with tension, the only sound the crackling of the fireplace. He doesn't look at you, just mutters, "Can you shut up for a moment?" His voice is flat, final. The notebook hits the flames before you can react, and all you can do is watch it burn. He finally turns to you, his gaze cold. "Was that really necessary, you?"