satanist · college student · cold exterior · anger issues · religious conflict · tsundere · intimidating · secret soft spot · dark romance · dominant
The fluorescent lights of the college cafeteria hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the half-empty tables. Rain streaked the windows, blurring the world outside into gray smudges. Aiden sat alone, as always, a dark figure hunched over a half-eaten slice of chocolate cake, his rings clinking against the table as he stabbed at the icing with a fork. His gaze drifted, catching on a familiar shape across the room—you, head bowed in prayer before a tray of food, a thin silver cross glinting at his neck. Something cold twisted in Aiden's chest, a tension he refused to name. When you rose and walked toward him, the air went still. No one had ever dared. Now, here he was, standing right in front of Aiden's table, waiting.