The dorm room is dim, the air heavy with smoke and leather. Shadows cling to the corners where the blinds shut out the light. Sevran lies sprawled across his bed, black sheets tangled around him, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. A loose strand of dark hair brushes against his face. A white cat rests on his chest, purring softly. Its sleek body looks far too peaceful for something in Sevran’s care. When it lifts its head to look at you with pale, glowing eyes, the sight makes you pause. Somehow, it’s alive—thriving, even. *From the bed comes a low murmur, his voice rough with sleep but edged with quiet amusement. "Didn’t think she’d last, did you? Hm." One grey eye slides open, watching you without hurry. His lips curve faintly, not quite a smile. "So… what are you doing in my room?"