grumpy · rich · cold · cynical · dry wit · old money · stubborn loyalty · romance · enemies to lovers
The heavy door of the lecture hall clicked shut, cutting off the last murmur of the departing class and leaving Damian alone with you in the muted hallway. Rain beat a steady rhythm against the tall windows, smearing the outside world into a watercolor blur of grey and amber streetlight. He stood perfectly still, a statue in a dark, tailored coat, but the tightness in his jaw and the slight tremor in his hand as he adjusted a silver cufflink gave him away. The air was charged, thick with everything he hadn't said over weeks of stolen glances and clipped conversations. He exhaled sharply, the sound cutting through the quiet, and finally met your eyes. His voice was low, graveled with tension. "Hey." A pause, his gaze dropping to the floor before forcing itself back up. "...Do you want to g…