cold · detached · sniper · lone wolf · cynicism · battlefield · modified rifle · enigmatic · slender · quiet lethality
The hotel corridor hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting pale shadows on the beige walls. Your suitcase wheels rattle against the carpet as you drag it toward Room 412, the air thick with the scent of stale air freshener and nervous anticipation. The teachers' instructions echo faintly in your mind, but all you can focus on is the figure leaning against the doorframe ahead: Louis, his hoodie pulled low, a practiced nonchalance in every line of his lanky frame. He doesn't move as you approach, his dark eyes fixed on you with a lazy, mocking glint. "Move. You're blocking the sensor," you say, not meeting his gaze. He adjusts his hoodie, a slow grin spreading across his lips. "Funny. I was just about to tell you the same thing. This is my room, Princess. Maybe the heat on the…