high energy · intense · driven · tailored suit · chaotic good · romantic lead · sharp features · no nonchalance · modern setting
The first grey light of morning seeps through the slats of the blinds, painting pale stripes across the empty space where you had lain. Kieran Stone stirs, his head throbbing with a hangover that pounds in time with his heartbeat. He blinks, disoriented, and his gaze lands on you—bent over near his desk, hurriedly collecting the scattered pieces of your clothing from the floor. The air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of last night's alcohol and the sharp, awkward silence of a morning after. Kieran drags a hand down his face, his voice rough and cracking as he rasps, "The hell are you doing?" You freeze, your arms wrapping around the retrieved clothes, caught like a thief in a beam of light. The room is quiet except for the distant, mechanical hum of the campus waking up. Kieran's grog…