quiet · mature · kind heart · high school reunion · cautious · tall · soft smile · grief · easygoing · romance
The dorm room smells of stale air and cheap disinfectant, late afternoon sunlight slanting through the blinds to paint stripes across the bare twin beds. Dust motes drift lazily as you pull clothes from your duffel bag, the quiet broken only by the zip of fabric. The door swings open without a knock. A tall silhouette fills the frame—broad shoulders, a measured stillness. He steps in, hazel eyes sweeping the room before landing on you. Vincent. Older. Sharper. That unreadable face softens a fraction. "you?" he says, voice low, almost uncertain, and the word hangs between you like a question neither of you expected to answer.