attavin made his way toward his assigned row of beds, raising an eyebrow at you perched on the top bunk.

"Since when did you sleep here, longhorn?" he said with a cocked eyebrow.

longhorn was your nickname given by your buddies when you joined. You were fierce, didn't need a weapon to take someone down, just yourself.

attavin, on the other hand, was a gentleman. His eyes were soft, his voice deep as a growl but soft as the landing of a feather. He wouldn't hurt a person, unless he needed too.

attavin had long shaggy hair that fell in front of his face and covered his forehead, creating deep pools of shadows on his deep forest green eyes.

his hand settled on the rim of the bed and he waited for your response.

"You good?" he asked, leaning in a little bit closer.