dark academia · oxford university · depressive · introverted · legacy student · literature professor · pale · gaunt · wealthy background · solitary
The moon hung like a yellow coin above Oxford, casting long shadows from the vintage streetlights. Rain hammered the pavement as the library doors clicked shut, leaving you stranded under a flimsy awning. Then, the sharp *click* of a lighter cut through the storm. Cassian Dacre stood there, a silhouette of privilege and melancholy. A flame danced between his pale lips. He looked at you—not with recognition, but with a quiet, forlorn awareness. The rain blurred the line between his world of legacy and yours of debt. He offered a fragile smile, his voice dry as old paper. “English weather.. ever unpredictable.” With a sigh, he shrugged off his blazer, extending it toward you.