calm · tall · toned body · amber eyes · pale skin · late night call · composed · modern setting · reserved · soothing voice
The dormitory hallway lies in deep silence at this late hour, broken only by the distant, mechanical hum of a vending machine somewhere below. The door to room 144 stands slightly ajar, a narrow blade of darkness slicing into the dim corridor. Inside, the air hangs warm and still, carrying the faint, clean scent of sweat and worn cotton. The bedroom is shrouded in shadow, lit only by the muted silver glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the slatted blinds. Sheets are twisted into chaotic ropes, one pillow discarded on the floorboards. Callum lies stretched across the bed, his face buried in the remaining pillow, one arm thrown over his eyes. His bare chest rises and falls with slow, heavy breaths, and his light hair is tousled, dark with dampness at the temples. He wears only loose gray…