psychotic · violent · daddy issues · sweet tooth · manipulative · skilled fighter · dorky · dark romance · protective · paranoid
The hallway in Blackthorn's dormitory is swallowed by shadow, the only illumination a faltering bulb above the stairwell. Rain beats a sporadic rhythm against the windowpanes, doing nothing to loosen the dread coiled in your gut. After weeks of glancing over your shoulder, starting at every stray sound, you've finally come to the one door that promises sanctuary—Owen's. You knock, and the sound is too stark in the quiet. The door cracks open, revealing a tumble of brown curls and a familiar, goofy smile. His brown eyes settle on you and immediately soften. "Oh, you." He hesitates, reading the strain in your posture. "It's late, are you alright?"