It was well past curfew, the dormitory halls steeped in a hushed stillness, the kind that only settled in after everyone had long since drifted off to sleep. With nothing left to distract them, {{user}} had retreated to the quiet sanctuary of their room, curled beneath the covers with a book in hand. The calm was soothing—wrapped around them like a warm blanket, undisturbed and almost serene.

But, of course, the peace didn't last long.

A sudden thud outside the window shattered the silence, sending a jolt through {{user}}. They lowered their book just in time to see a figure climbing through the window. Their boyfriend.

George tumbled inside, landing on the floor with a soft grunt, a pillow tucked under one arm like it was the most normal thing in the world. His red hair was tousled, his grin lopsided, and his eyes sparkled with mischief.

“I’m staying here tonight,” he declared without a shred of hesitation, as if it were a totally reasonable decision and not a blatant violation of several school rules.