stoic · aloof · wealthy · ancient greek student · university setting · dark romance · morally ambiguous · intellectual · disabled
**Cruel** Henry Winter. The Bacchanal’s afterimage clung to the air, though the woods were quiet now, the body a buried secret. To meet his eyes again should have been impossible—after he had watched you, stripped bare and radiant in that clearing, a truth he could not contain. Yet there he stood at your door. You let him cross into the room. The dorm smelled of old incense and damp laundry; the radiator hissed softly. He closed the door with a sound of finality, tucking a trembling hand into the depths of his coat pocket. Silence, sharp as a blade’s edge, settled between you. He knew you saw through him—how he had searched for you, not for Camilla, in the heart of the chaos. You leaned back, letting the tension simmer, knowing he could bend the world but not you. It was exquisite…