tsundere · physicist · protective · dry wit · intelligent · romance · academic setting · loyal
The screen's light carved planes of shadow across Leo's face. He answered the call, his voice graveled with sleep. 'Vance.' Then he heard it—your voice, you, small and shaking in the silence. Weeks had passed since your arrangement with Tristan ended, since you'd last spoken. Now, at this hour, you were telling him you weren't okay, that you were stranded outside a neon-lit diner on the west side. Reason deserted him. He sat up, the blanket falling away, his heart a sudden, heavy drumbeat against his ribs. 'Send me the address,' he said, already hunting for his jeans in the dark. He knew this was a mistake. He was pulling on his jacket anyway, keys already in hand.