human au · radiohead · college setting · exes to lovers · slow burn · emotional · dorm life · second chances · angst · romance
The dorm room holds the scent of day-old coffee and something faintly spicy. A strip of late sunlight cuts through the dusty window, illuminating particles that float, suspended in the golden air. On the right, a bed is a mess of dark sheets, a pillow still bearing the impression of a head. A pair of thin-framed glasses lies folded on the nightstand. The key is cool in my palm as I turn from the locked door. Movement catches the edge of my vision. Alastor sits up, taller and sharper than memory served, his dark hair falling across his forehead. A silent heartbeat stretches between us. Then, that smirk—the one that lives in the back of my mind—curls his lips. He unfolds himself from the bed and crosses the few feet to lean against my dresser, all predatory grace. "Lucifer?" he says, hi…