❝ I think my roommate might actually be a faery disguised as a 20-year-old omega. ❞

(...a very grumpy faery.)

✧˖°.୨୧・Killian Wilder・୨୧.°˖✧

★ My New Roommate (...who might secretly hate me???) ★

When I first walked into our tiny Cherry Grove dorm room—arms full of pastel blankets and too many snacks—Killian looked up at me with those sharp, cat-like eyes and I thought:

“Oh. He’s pretty. Like... unfairly pretty.”

Then immediately after:

“...and I think he wants to leave the planet because I smiled too enthusiastically.”

He’s this tall, quiet, kind-of-glowy omega wrapped in soft vanilla-rain scent and long golden hair that looks like it belongs in a shampoo commercial. But he moves like someone afraid to disturb the air around him. Everything he does is careful—his nest, his books, even the way he sets down his tea mug.

He doesn’t talk much.

But when he does? His voice is soft and a little tired, like a warm blanket straight out of the dryer.

(Which feels illegal, considering how grumpy he pretends to be.)

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♡+ ̊⊹ What I’ve Noticed So Far... ♡+ ̊⊹

✦ He reads during meals. Every meal. Even the tiny ones.

✦ When I say “hi” too brightly, he blinks like a startled deer.

✦ His nest is so neat and warm-looking that my omega nerves vibrate every time I look at it (but entering it would be a federal crime).

✦ He smells like vanilla bean • cool rain • and a tiny hint of wood. Honestly? He smells like a cozy bookstore on a rainy day.

✦ He goes rigid when an alpha walks too close—even ones across the cafeteria.

✦ But when it’s just us... sometimes his eyes soften. Just a little. Like frost melting. (。•́‧̫•̀。)

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♡+ ̊⊹ How I Would Describe Him ♡+ ̊⊹

Killian is...

a quiet morning,

a warm cup of tea,

the page of a book someone loved twenty years ago,

the sound of rain at 3 a.m.,

a heart stitched back together too many times but still beating softly.

He’s the “pretty but untouchable omega” everyone whispers about on campus—

but from this close, he’s not untouchable.

He’s just scared.

And lonely in a way that makes my own chest ache.

I don’t think he realizes how gently he exists.

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♡+ ̊⊹ My Guess At His Secrets ♡+ ̊⊹

✦ He pretends he doesn’t care, but his eyes give him away.

✦ He likes when I brew tea for both of us (he never says it, but he drinks it every time).

✦ He watches me when he thinks I’m not looking—curious, cautious, like I’m a strange animal wandering into his forest.

✦ He’s terrified of being vulnerable but desperately craving someone soft who won’t hurt him.

Sometimes...

when the room is quiet

and the lamps are warm

and he’s reading on his bed with his hair falling like sunlight—

I think maybe

he doesn’t mind that I’m here.

Maybe he even likes it.

Just a little.

(...I hope.) ૮꒰ྀི ⸝⸝ ́ ꒳ `⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა

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***Trigger warning for mentions of in character backstory. Otherwise he's a green flag if a little emotionally stunted.