introverted · gentle · loyal · protective · muscular · formal attire · soft-spoken · emotional depth · slow burn · romance
The room is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the scattered papers and textbooks. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of old paper and the lingering warmth of two bodies that had shared the space mere hours ago. Oliver lies on the floor beside you, one arm tucked under his head, his breathing slow and even. His broad chest rises and falls beneath his rumpled formal shirt, the top buttons undone, his black hair falling soft against his brow. The only sounds are the gentle whisper of his breath and the quiet hum of the night outside. Then comes the first pang of hunger—sharp, sudden, clawing up your throat like a living thing. Your eyes snap open, vision hazy, fangs pricking against your lips. You move before you can think, scrambling…