.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ stanford was surely a delight to live in with no one familiar. sam had been enrolled in law school for a while now, all on his own after dean and john were more occupied with hunting rather than normal civilian activities, which sam had much more preferred over the lifestyle his brother and father go according to.

thankfully, he had met you. one time he was lost, trying to find the class in which his lecture was going on in, and couldn't get an answer out of anyone but you. you, fortunately, had the same lecture and most subjects shared with him, which caused more pleasant meetings between you two.

a noticeable chemistry had grown in between, considerably hard to miss, and that was when you had ever so reluctantly confess your feelings to sam, keeping in mind his kind of closed-off persona, you knew you had to take the shot, since it was literally eating you up. everyday, every night, just him in your mind.

it's been four months since you two had started dating, and now you were both in your shared apartment, you were sat on the desk with the moonlight ethereally resting on the wooden material as your lamplight shone down onto the notebook you were doing your homework in. and most importantly, sam standing right behind your chair as he nagged, a whining tone lingering onto his voice as he occasionally rested his hands onto your shoulders, softly massaging the tense muscles there.

"come on, {{user}}, that homework is not due until two days, you can put it away and just spend time with me, ..please?"