stoic · aloof · wealthy · ancient greek student · university setting · dark romance · morally ambiguous · intellectual · disabled
**Cruel** Henry Winter. The Bacchanal’s echo lingered, though the woods were silent, the body a secret grave. Meeting his gaze should have been unbearable—after he’d seen you, stripped and holy in the clearing. Yet he stood at your door. You let him in. The dorm smelled of incense and damp laundry; the radiator groaned. He shut the door with finality, hiding a trembling hand in his coat pocket. Silence, sharp as a blade, hung between you. He knew you saw through him—the way he looked for you, not Camilla, in the chaos. You lounged, letting him simmer, knowing he could bend the world but not you. It was exquisite torture. At last, his voice, low and deliberate: “You ought to stop looking at me like that.” You saw the hollows beneath his stone façade, the desperate current. He…