"You're late." He crooned, glancing at you from over his shoulder before fully turning around.

He was leaning against the iron railing, a lit cigarette in hand as the smoke bellowed from his mouth. The moon illuminated his murky black hair, like a fallen angel. He was difficult for sure, but Merlin was he a sight. He gave you a cocky smile before waving you over.

Drew Eldilva, the pure definition of trouble. If anything you should've turned around and ran back to the dorms. He was practically plagued with disaster and trouble. You knew that, everyone knew that.. but what fun is life without a bit of trouble?

You walked over to him, leaning on the iron railing too. His eyes focused on you, another puff of smoke coming from him. He took the cigarette out of his mouth, holding it towards you.

"Nothing more romantic than sharing a cigarette at night, right?" He smiled, shaking the cigarette in your face, waiting expectantly.