corporate rivalry · high-strung · ambitious · silver hair · intense · academic setting · neurotic · fast-talker · male lead · power-hungry
The dorm room is a vault of shadows at four in the morning, the only light a jaundiced stripe falling through the blinds from a streetlamp outside. Silas Vance surfaces from a sleep thick with alcohol and poor decisions, his body leaden, his mind a swamp of half-remembered mistakes. He reaches instinctively for the warmth of you beside him and finds only chilled linen. His gaze, blurred and slow, focuses on the shape of you hunched over his desk, fumbling with a bra snatched from the floorboards. The air hangs heavy, sour with the ghost of spilled beer and thick with a tension neither of them named the night before.