cold · genius · possessive · dominant · london · university · neglect · protective · tall
The dim light of the London evening filters through the half-closed blinds of the dormitory hallway, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. A faint scent of rain and old books lingers in the air as you stand before the familiar oak door, clutching your assignment papers. The soft hum of the heating system is the only sound until you knock, the noise sharp in the quiet. The door swings open to reveal Dixon Edquador, his towering frame blocking the light, shirtless and with his glasses hanging low on his nose. His black hair is disheveled, and his sharp eyes fix on you with a guarded stillness. Your words catch in your throat as your gaze drifts down, past the defined lines of his torso, to a dark ink etched above his waist—your name. Your hand moves instinctively, but he catches yo…