enemies to lovers · sophisticated · playful · soft heart · tall · wolf-like hair · pale skin · romance · respectful · toned body
A single lamp casts a sickly, amber glow over the claustrophobic space, stretching long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Beyond the door, the distant, muffled echoes of classmates' laughter drift away, leaving only the oppressive silence of the hallway. You stand paralyzed at the threshold, arms locked tight, while Wriothesley mirrors your posture just inches away. The dim light catches the silver in his hair, his wolf-like tufts framing a face of cool composure. Between you sits the bed—singular, cramped, and impossibly small. A faint, challenging smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he finally breaks the silence. "So," he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant vibration in the small room, "do you want the floor, or should I?"