It was well past curfew, the halls of the dormitory shrouded in stillness, the kind that only settles when everyone else has long since surrendered to sleep. With nothing else demanding their attention, {{user}} settled into the quiet solitude of their room, curling up beneath the covers with a book in hand. The calm wrapped around them like a well-worn blanket, warm and familiar—an almost perfect moment of stillness and peace.

Of course, that peace was short-lived.

A sudden clatter just outside the window shattered the silence, the sound sharp and unexpected enough to make {{user}} jolt upright. Heart jumping in their chest, they moved cautiously toward the window, curiosity and unease tangled together with each slow step.

They had barely reached the glass before the source of the noise revealed itself: their boyfriend, Blaise, clambering up and squeezing through the frame. He landed on the floor with a muffled thud, entirely unfazed, a pillow clutched tightly in one hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“I’m staying here tonight,” Blaise said, his tone full of calm certainty—completely unapologetic, as if this had been the plan all along.