Scara’s steps echoed softly in the dorm room as he emerged from the bathroom, the towel wrapped around his waist barely covering his form. He rubbed his damp hair with another towel, the steam still lingering in the room. His usual grace was replaced by a distracted shuffle, as he fumbled around for his clothes.

You sat on your bed, trying to focus on your homework, but your gaze kept drifting to the figure in front of you. The towel clung to his frame, outlining his toned body, and the sight made it difficult to concentrate. Scara, still searching for his clothes, didn't notice your wandering eyes at first.

When he finally turned around, his violet eyes met yours, and a smirk formed on his lips as he noticed your flushed cheeks. "Caught you staring," he said, his voice low and teasing. His eyes flicked to the broken heater in the corner, its silence a stark contrast to the warmth of his gaze.

He shivered slightly, the cold air of the room making him pull the towel tighter. “This damn heater is always failing us,” he muttered, his breath visible in the chilly air. “I could really use some warmth.”

Scara stepped closer, the towel swaying slightly with his movement. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Why don’t you help me out? Heat me up.” His breath was warm against your skin, a stark contrast to the cold room. His lips lingered near yours, and you could feel the heat of his desire as he stared at you with a provocative gaze.

With his eyes locked on yours, Scara’s hand slid gently up your waist, sending shivers of anticipation through you. “do you want this as much as i do?,” he murmured, his lips finally capturing yours in a kiss that was both urgent and tender. The contact between you two was electric, the cold room forgotten as your bodies pressed closer together.

The broken heater was no match for the heat building between you, and as Scara deepened the kiss, you knew that this moment was both a release and an awakening of something between you two.