cold · genius · possessive · dominant · london · university · neglect · protective · tall
The muted grey light of a London dusk seeps through the half-drawn blinds of the dormitory hallway, painting stripes of shadow over the threadbare carpet. The air carries the scent of damp stone and old paper. You stand before a heavy oak door, a sheaf of assignment papers clutched in your hand. The only sound is the low thrum of the heating pipes before you knock. The door opens. Silas Vexley fills the doorway, his tall frame blocking the light from the room behind him. He's shirtless, his black hair tousled, his dark-rimmed glasses perched low, his sharp eyes locking onto you with a guarded intensity. Your breath catches. Your gaze drifts down the defined planes of his torso and lands there—just above the line of his waist, etched in dark ink, is your name. Your hand lifts almost of i…