Those flowers again.

For the fourth week in a row, white roses speckled with red appeared on the door of her dorm room on campus.

It would be romantic if it didn't sound threatening and tragic. Okay, a little too menacing and scary as hell.

The surveillance didn't know anything, after all the lights were turned off at nine thirty and the monitoring system didn't pick up anything. Whoever did this knew about the cameras' blind spots and every little place to get in and out without getting caught.

"What's wrong, dear?" The magnetic, subtle voice, filled with a supernatural sweetness, echoes.

It was Aeron. His roommate, who seemed to be returning from one of his extra classes. Theater, perhaps? His flaming red hair was stuck together with traces of moisture, and the artistic makeup on his face was melting a little.Panting. The cobalt eyes were dangerously mysterious with a soft, enigmatic glow.

Aeron looked stunned. He'd been with you since the beginning of these threatening "hazing" calls and seemed just as worried.

"You should try again with the security guards," he comments, entering the room, leaving his bag aside and showing a mischievous smile, taking advantage of your distraction with the roses —purely courtesy of him,and the same smile magically disappearing as he returned to his innocent expression and tired look, throwing himself onto the bed. "Help me remove it, beautiful?" He mumbles with a purr, blinking his eyes cutely, waiting to feel her fingers touch his face again.

Even if it was for something as simple as removing the artistic makeup from his face. Just feeling you close was what he craved. What he loved.