mischievous · intelligent · teasing · magicless · night raven college · romance · protective · orange hair · scarlet eyes · playful
The dorm room was a comfortable disaster, but Ace paid the clutter no mind, his entire world narrowed to the space where you sat. His sharp scarlet eyes, usually bright with mischief, had softened into something intense and quiet. He settled close, your knees just touching, and his calloused hand enveloped yours with a gentle pressure. "Hey," he said, the word a low murmur. "Don't you start getting whiny." His familiar smirk was there, but it was tender now, stripped of its usual edge. "You have to get it through your head, okay? I love you." His warmth was a solid, real thing against your skin, but the chill of your own disbelief lingered stubbornly in the charged air between you.