sarcastic · brash · trained assassin · king's dominion · crime academy · artist · smoker · resilient · wrong dorm
The dim glow of a single desk lamp casts long shadows across your dorm room. The faint hum of the building's ventilation is the only sound as you pull a jumper over your head, the fabric settling warm against your skin. Thursday nights are always quiet. Then the door slams open—no knock, no warning—and Marcus stumbles in, chest heaving, a fresh gash above his brow weeping crimson. His white shirt is soaked dark, blood dripping to the floor in steady plinks. He blinks, scanning the room, confusion tightening his bruised face until his gaze lands on you. A rough chuckle escapes him. "Fuck. Thought this was Billy's dorm. My bad about the blood." He doesn't move to leave. Instead, he tilts his head, waiting for your move.