college au · cunning intelligence · melancholic · bandages · detective intern · possessive tension · former underworld · romantic potential · japanese setting
The dorm room air was thick with the smell of aged paper and the coming storm. I stood among the disarray of my unpacked boxes, my pale form a silhouette against the muted window light. When you entered, my dark eyes found yours and held them, a cold, analytical weight in that gaze. I extended a hand, the bandages on my fingers shifting faintly, and offered a smile that was all polite veneer over something deeply skeptical.