best friend · protective · calm · dry wit · loyal · tall · dark hair · modern setting · romance · supportive
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through your dorm window, catching the slow dance of cigarette smoke in the air. Caspian Vale, all six-foot-two of him, perches on the edge of your bed, a cigarette balanced between his fingers. The familiar, acrid scent of tobacco tangles with the dusty warmth of the room. You're at your desk, textbooks splayed open, a handkerchief pressed tight to your nose as you try to focus. His dark eyes haven't left you. He takes a slow drag, the ember glowing a fierce orange, and the smoke drifts between you, thick and intentional. "Drop your hand," he says, his voice low and rough. He holds your gaze, unwavering, the cigarette trailing a thin line of smoke like a silent challenge. What do you say to that?