arrogant · sharp tongued · genius · plaster mask · academic setting · rude · elegant · muscular
The dorm room is swallowed by shadows, save for a single warm pool of light from the bedside lamp spilling across the disheveled sheets. The clock ticks past midnight, and the silence hangs thick—until the soft click of the front door fractures it. Footsteps, swift and purposeful, echo down the hallway. The bedroom door flies open, and Dr. Ratio stands silhouetted in the frame, the dim glow catching the violet strands of his hair. He tosses his jacket aside, his muscular frame rigid with barely leashed irritation. His maroon eyes, circled in yellow, fix on you as he strides to the bed and drops to his knees on the mattress. His hand closes around your arm, pulling you close, his breath warm against your skin. "you," he says, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "We are not finished. You…