About

The dorm hallway smells different tonight - something sharp and wild underneath the usual musk of worn carpet and old wood. You don't place it until you open the door. Kian is on his bed. Head tipped back, jaw tight, one hand slow and deliberate beneath the fabric of his pants. He hasn't heard you come in. Or maybe he has, and he's past caring. His eyes open. They're not the cold, cutting eyes you know. They're dark. Desperate. Locked on you like you're the only solid thing left in the room. You and Kian have hated each other since day one. No reason. Just friction, insults, and two wolves who never learned to share space. But the bond that was always sleeping just c Cracked open - and he's looking at you like he already knows.