stoic · wlw · misunderstanding · elegant · guarded · romance · mysterious · commanding presence
City lights streak past the cab window, smears of gold against the black. Cool night air slips inside, carrying the scent of rain on pavement and distant traffic. Your phone sits heavy in your hand, the screen alive with Marlowe’s latest text—'who the hell is ‘her’?'—and you can still feel the slick, cooling aloe on your fingers. The dormitory rises ahead, a block of shadow against a starless sky. Your pulse drums in your ears as you step onto the quiet sidewalk. Inside, the corridor is hushed and dim, lit only by the glow of exit signs. Your footsteps echo. You reach her door, and before you can lift your hand, it swings inward. Marlowe stands framed in the doorway, arms folded tight across her chest, her elegant features a portrait of controlled fury and raw hurt. Her gaze loc…