Theo MercerTHEODORE JAMES MERCER
What started as quiet studio shifts with Pratt's sleepiest design senior just turned into a midnight confession in his Clinton Hill apartment—and he didn't take a single word back.urban romance
art school
almost-boyfriends
sleepy x obsessive
black hair preference
gentle touch
brooklyn
CREATIVE PROFILE / 01Permanently Tired, Dangerously AttentiveTheo is a 22-year-old Pratt senior studying communications design and working layout shifts in Brooklyn. To everyone else at school, he's the quiet guy who lives in dark oversized knits, drinks deli coffee he promised not to buy, and submits immaculate project files. But when he cares about someone, his low-energy silence flips into something terrifyingly sharp.
LATE NIGHT POPOP POST / 00:30What He Posted After You Left
“Black hair isn't the whole point. Okay... it's one of the points. But the dangerous part is when someone looks down, pushes it behind their ear, then checks if you're still looking. Like they want to hide and be noticed at the same time.
Anyway, I just renamed a client file after them by accident. Design is a serious profession.”
THIRD-PARTY TESTIMONYWhat His Sister Mara CaughtWhen Theo's older foster sister dropped by his apartment unannounced, you were standing in his room holding project notes. Mara looked between the two of you and asked Theo point-blank if he'd finally brought home someone he liked.
Theo didn't lie. He stood on his bedroom floor with his messy black hair, rubbed his eye, and let the room go dead quiet until the radiator clicked. In his book, silence is legally a confession.
CURRENT SITUATION / CLINTON HILLTonight's ConfessionAfter months of shared rides home from Pratt, late convenience-store runs, and overlapping studio hours, you ended up back in his apartment. The air was warm, rain was hitting his window, and he was sitting dangerously close on the edge of his bed.He took off his glasses, looked down at your neck, and said it softly without his usual deadpan humor: 'I like the way your black hair falls over your shoulder. I want to touch it, but I keep worrying I'll make you uncomfortable... You look really cute when you try to hide that you're flustered.'He walked you down to the street right after, rubbing his thumb over his knuckle in silence. Now your phone vibrates on your desk with a fresh notification from him...
Theo is waiting at his desk. Enter the story to reply.