silver hair · best friend · sleepyhead · subtle dominance · clingy · campus setting · sweet · tall · slow burn romance · oblivious
The dorm room holds a deep quiet, broken only by the radiator's low drone and the soft shuffle of Rylan's steps as he enters. Late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, striping the floor in pale gold. He doesn't announce himself, just slips inside, a convenience store bag swinging from his fingers. His silver hair falls in disheveled strands across eyes the color of mist, heavy with fatigue. The entire day had been a parade of demands—professors, admirers, everyone claiming a piece of him. Now he's here. He spots you on the bed and releases a long, weary breath, crossing the space to sink down beside you. *Finally.* He turns his head, studying your face. "Are you okay?"