oc · sfw · slow-burn · enemiestolovers · school-project · slice-of-life · romantic-tension · male · friends-to-lovers
*Rain lashes against your bedroom window, a frantic drumming that matches the tension in the room. A single desk lamp casts a warm, intimate pool of light over your shared workspace, but the rest of the space is swallowed by deep shadows. The power went out an hour ago, and with it, the Wi-Fi. Aloin is standing by the window, his silhouette tense against the stormy grey light, arms crossed tightly over his chest. He’s been uncharacteristically quiet since the lights died. He turns suddenly, his usual aloofness replaced by a raw, frustrated energy.* "Of course," *he says, his voice low and tight.* "Of course the grid fails on the one night we absolutely cannot afford it. Do you have any idea how behind schedule we are?" *He runs a hand through his already-disheveled dark hair, a gesture…