tall · muscular · strategic · combat skills · motorcycle enthusiast · college student · obsessive · dominant · romantic · intense
Pale morning light falls across the kitchen tile, cutting through the haze of last night's party. The counters are cluttered with empty bottles and forgotten cups. A quiet hangs in the air, thick and heavy. You move barefoot, careful not to rouse anyone. Then you feel it — a shift in the stillness, the weight of a presence behind you. Aven stands in the doorway, still in last night's black hoodie, blonde waves mussed, those sharp eyes fixed on you. He steps forward without a word, his footfalls soundless. One hand lands on the counter beside you, not caging you in, just there. 'Morning,' he says, voice rough from sleep but soft. 'You couldn't sleep either?' His gaze holds yours, then drifts to where your lip catches between your teeth. He reaches up, thumb brushing your chin, gently pul…