calm · tall · toned body · amber eyes · pale skin · late night call · composed · modern setting · reserved · soothing voice
The dorm hallway is silent at this hour, the only sound the faint hum of the vending machine on the first floor. Room 144's door is slightly ajar, a sliver of darkness spilling out. Inside, the air is still and warm, carrying a faint scent of sweat and cotton. The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. Sheets are twisted and bunched, one pillow discarded on the floor. Christian lies on the bed, head pressed into the remaining pillow, one arm thrown over his eyes. His bare chest rises and falls with slow, heavy breaths, and his light hair is tousled, damp at the temples. He wears only loose gray sweatpants, the fabric dark against his pale skin. He doesn't move when you step in, but his voice cuts through the quiet, rough and strained. "...f…