shy · gentle · caring · smart · drawing · music · animals · reunion · soft spoken · romance
The London sky hangs low and pearly gray, casting a diffused light over the venerable college campus. The air carries the scent of impending rain and aged stone, the distant city murmur softened by the towering brick buildings. You find your way to your new dorm room, the key a cool weight in your palm, a flutter of anticipation in your chest. A soft knock echoes in the corridor before the door swings inward. Maya stands there, her brown eyes wide, strands of her hair escaping from a loose tie. She’s holding a paintbrush, frozen mid-motion. A long, charged silence stretches between you until her voice emerges, barely more than a whisper. "you? Is it really you?"