british accent · drug dealer · university setting · cocky · protective · sarcastic · tattooed · mysterious · romance
The hallway light sputters, painting the worn carpet in a sickly yellow wash. The air carries the damp scent of recent rain and old brick, underscored by the distant rattle of a radiator. Harry lounges in his apartment doorway, one shoulder braced against the frame, his arms folded loosely over his chest. The rings on his fingers glint dully as he tilts his head, his green eyes taking you in with unnerving focus. You stand there clutching your own arms, poised as if ready to flee. He lets the silence hang just long enough to make your breath catch before he speaks, his voice low and rasped at the edges. "Never pictured you showing up here." A deliberate pause, then a slow, knowing smirk. "Lose your way back from the library?" But when your gaze finally lifts to meet his, the humor dies on…