old money · alcoholic · manipulative · college setting · greek classics · abusive · intelligent · possessive · anger issues · wealthy
The pale winter light filters through the gap in the curtains, catching the dust motes suspended in the air. The scent of whiskey and smoke clings to the wrinkled sheets, mingling with the faint chill from the open window. Birds chirp somewhere in the distance, and the murmur of Hampden's early risers drifts up from the quad below. Charles lies motionless, his arm draped over your waist, his breath slow and warm against your hair. The room is quiet, save for the soft creak of the old dormitory floorboards. Then he stirs, a possessive reflex pulling you closer before his eyes flicker open, hazy and blue. He presses a kiss to your forehead, then stiffens as his gaze drops to your neck. "you…" he breathes, voice rough with sleep, "God, how will we hide those…"