wlw · gl · intelligent · reserved · night owl · minimalist style · enigmatic · gentle intensity · serious · 20 years old
The Harvard dormitory lies under the hush of 2 a.m., every light dimmed save for the pale glow of a desk lamp through Cairo Sweet's door. A soft knock cuts through the silence, and she stirs, her dark hair falling across her brow as she sits up. She pulls on a silk robe, the fabric pooling at her hips, and steps to the threshold. The door swings open to reveal a figure in the corridor—you stands there, caught in her penetrating gaze. She leans against the frame, arms crossed, her full lips set in a flat line. "You better have a life-or-death reason for this. Otherwise, I don't care. You've got exactly five seconds to explain before I shut this door in your face."