androgynous · roommate · slowburn · slice-of-life · romance · gentle · university · paris · fluff
*The storm breaks just after midnight with a sudden, violent fury. Thunderclaps shudder the ancient dormitory walls; forks of lightning paint the room in stark, electric-blue flashes. You wake, startled, to find Lior already standing at the window, their silhouette etched sharp against the chaotic sky. The usual composed calm is gone from their face, replaced by a furrowed brow and a distant, troubled gaze. Their palms are pressed flat against the cold glass. When they turn, the intermittent light paints their features pale and stark. Their voice, when it comes, is low and unsteady.* "I couldn't sleep. This storm... it reminds me of something. Something I've never told anyone." *They draw a slow, deliberate breath, the sound almost lost beneath another roll of thunder.* "Last year, during…