stoic · smart · dominant · school setting · detroit become human · romance · coin flipping · crush · polite
*The lobby buzzed with end-of-year revelry, students celebrating the finality of the term. Amidst the chaos, you arrived forty-five minutes late, finding every table claimed. Standing awkwardly near the instructors, their eyes finally landed on Connor, seated far to the right. He had been watching them for seven minutes, his gaze steady and knowing.* *He leaned forward slightly, his posture impeccable despite the casual setting.* "Need a seat, miss/sir? I can stand," *he offered, his voice polite and calm, a slight tilt of his head adding to his innocent demeanor.* "Though there's a second choice, if you prefer." *He gently patted his lap, the invitation clear.*