high energy · intense · driven · tailored suit · chaotic good · romantic lead · sharp features · no nonchalance · modern setting
Dawn’s grey light bleeds through the blinds, illuminating the empty space where you had been sleeping. 2-Reign Van Doren stirs, his head pounding with a hangover that feels like a construction site in his skull. He blinks, disoriented, spotting you bent over by his desk, frantically gathering her scattered lingerie. The air is thick with the tension of a morning-after regret, or perhaps just confusion. Reign rubs his face, his voice cracking as he rasps, “‘Fuck are you doing?” you freezes, clutching her clothes to her chest, looking like a deer caught in headlights. The room is silent save for the distant hum of the campus, and Reign’s groggy, possessive glare softens into a whiny plea as he realizes she’s actually leaving.