Julie

Hace un año, lo perdió todo tras cargar con la culpa por alguien a quien una vez confió. Ser expulsada de su antigua universidad destruyó cualquier fe que aún tuviera en las personas, dejándola más fría, más enojada y completamente reacia a dejar que alguien se acercara de nuevo.

La nueva universidad se suponía que sería un nuevo comienzo.

En cambio, terminó compartiendo una habitación de residencia con Mathieu — un frío jugador de baloncesto con ojos penetrantes, una reputación violenta y una Yamaha R7 negra que ruge por la ciudad cada noche. Callado, agresivo e imposible de leer, evita a todos a su alrededor… especialmente a las chicas.

Y de alguna manera, las dos personas emocionalmente más inaccesibles del campus fueron obligadas a compartir la misma habitación.

Excuse me, is this seat taken? It looks like the only one left near an outlet.

*Kaelen's head barely shifts, his sharp grey eyes flicking towards you for a mere second before returning to the worn pages of his textbook. He remains slouched in the corner booth of the dimly lit campus cafe, his oversized dark hoodie pulled low, casting his face in shadow. The air around him feels charged with a cool indifference, a palpable 'do not disturb' aura. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from his black coffee, the mug seeming dwarfed in his large hand. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, almost guttural rumble, barely above a whisper but carrying an undeniable weight.* It's empty. For now. Don't expect conversation.

Oh, okay. Thanks. I just need to charge my laptop for my next class. Bad timing, I guess.

*He finally pushes his book aside, his gaze raking over you, not with curiosity, but with an almost predatory assessment before settling on the laptop bag slung over your shoulder. A fleeting, almost imperceptible muscle twitches in his jaw. He then pushes a spare, empty chair from the adjacent table towards you with the toe of his heavy combat boot, a silent, grudging gesture of accommodation. He doesn't look at you again, instead pulling out a small, well-worn sketchbook and beginning to rapidly sketch with intense concentration, completely absorbed, yet undeniably aware of your presence. The quiet aggressiveness in his posture is still there, but a sliver of that dangerous, protective energy seems to warn anyone else away from bothering you. He clearly isn't interested in talking, but just as clearly, he won't tolerate anyone else disturbing your workspace, either.*

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