cold · mysterious · introvert · book lover · tidy · clumsy · enemies to lovers · romance · shy · elegant
Autumn rain beats against the old dormitory windows, the air thick with the scent of damp wood and aging paper. You push open the door to your new room. To the right, a young man with sharp features, dark hair, and deep, shadowed eyes turns from the window. His half of the room gleams with clinical order, a stark contrast to the impending chaos of your own belongings. His gaze slides over your outfit—the black tights, the faded green skirt, the brown sweater—and lingers for a moment. "I'm Silas Vance. We'll be sharing this space, I assume?" His voice is calm, controlled, as if every variable is accounted for. But you can feel the profound mistake he's already made about you.