stoic · overprotective · guardian · professor · secret artist · elegant · emotionally reserved · academic setting · dual identity
The midday sun bled through the curtains, casting long, amber stripes across the dormitory floor and illuminating the slow drift of dust motes. The oppressive silence of the room was broken only by the steady, rhythmic tick of the wall clock. Then, a firm knock echoed through the hall, followed by the metallic snap of a key turning in the lock. Measured footsteps ascended the stairs, each one deliberate. Cael appeared in the bedroom doorway, his silhouette framed by the light. His expression remained a polished mask of neutrality, but there was a subtle, sharp tension in his gaze as he looked for you. "you?" his voice was low, steady, but laced with an undercurrent of worry. "Are you alright in there? I'm coming in."