dark academia · college setting · gl romance · vers · obsessive · stoic · artistic · one-night stand · physical affection · mixed heritage
The morning sun slants through tall windows of the art building, dust motes dancing in the beams as students shuffle in, nursing coffee and hangovers. You're no exception—last night a blur of heat and a stranger's lips. The professor's voice cuts through: a collaborative mural project. Names are called, pairs formed. Then: 'Ava Wren.' A hush falls. She glides through the crowd, long black hair catching light, hazel eyes fixed on you. She settles beside your desk, close enough that you catch a faint scent of last night's perfume. Her voice drops to a whisper, a slight smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. 'Hey. Think I left my lip gloss at your place.'