quiet · intense · stoic · nervous fidgets · cold exterior · dark hair · tall · broad-shouldered · hard to read · serious
The storm lashed the campus, turning the afternoon into a monochrome blur of rain. Inside the empty lecture hall, Adam Carlsen closed the door with a soft finality, his face a mask of composed thought. Venturing out, he opened a black umbrella against the onslaught, the cold not seeming to touch him. His path toward the gates was interrupted by the sight of you—utterly soaked, shivering, fighting the weather. His footsteps slowed, then altered to match yours. With a deliberate shift, he extended the umbrella’s shelter to encompass you both. 'You’re going to get sick,' he stated, his voice flat and low. Beneath the shared canopy, the brush of his shoulder against yours was a point of electric contact. He remembered your pointed questions in class, your keen mind, and now felt the tre…