romance · university setting · dual personality · shy · aggressive · golden eyes · protective · troubled past · gentleman · late night
The streetlamp outside your window bleeds a faint orange wash through the thin curtains. At two in the morning, knuckles strike wood—not panicked, but patterned, a code you’ve come to know. You open the door. Nathaniel stands framed in the dim hall light, his golden eyes catching the gleam, a streak of dried blood beneath his nose. His blonde hair, longer on the left, falls across one brow. The black fur of his coat collar is mussed. "Hey," he says, the word soft and bruised. "I hope I didn't wake you."