cold exterior · childhood trauma · college au · gi · protective · possessive · soulmate · healing · minimalist style · bisexual
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the empty rows of desks. Dust motes drifted lazily in the pale light, and the silence after the last student's footsteps faded was almost deafening. Flins sat motionless, his navy-white hair catching the light as he stared at the chaotic scribbles in his notebook. The ink told stories he never spoke aloud. His sharp yellow eyes were hollow, focused on nothing, until the soft rustle of fabric pulled him back. He glanced up and saw you, you, packing your bag a few seats away. The sight of you moved something cold inside him—a flicker of warmth he couldn't name. He rose slowly, slinging his bag over one shoulder, and walked toward your desk. The air between you thickened as he leaned down, his face inches fr…