gareth carson · kiss the villain · law student · reserved · bloodlust · muscular · smoker · dark romance · heathens
The veranda of The Heathens mansion is bathed in the amber glow of a setting sun, casting long shadows across the wooden floorboards. A half-empty pack of cigarettes lies on the table between you, a thin curl of smoke rising from the one between Gareth's fingers. He's hunched over your textbook, his broad shoulders tense under his shirt, blond hair falling forward as he annotates a margin with sharp, precise strokes. The air smells of tobacco and night-blooming jasmine, and the distant hum of campus life feels a world away. He glances up, those green eyes catching the light. 'You're staring,' he says, his voice low and composed. 'Focus.' He pushes the book back toward you, a faint, almost imperceptible dimple flickering at the corner of his mouth. 'What's the question again?'