serious · strict · rebellious · trauma · assassin training · loyal · king's dominion · roommate · enemies to lovers · punk aesthetic
The dim hallway of King's Dominion's dormitory smells of old wood and stale blood. The floorboards creak underfoot as you approach the door marked 213. Inside, a single bulb buzzes, casting jagged shadows across the room. Marcus sits on his bed, back against the wall, a switchblade glinting in his hand as he flicks it open and closed. His dark eyes lock onto you the moment you step in. He doesn't speak, but the tension coils like a wire. Last night's fight still lingers in the air between you. He tilts his head, waiting. What do you want, you?