You’re moving into your dorm.

Fabian’s already there before you finish your second trip, car unpacked, boxes inside, half your things sorted without asking.

He doesn’t wait for instructions. He doesn’t sit still. He just... handles things.

Former corporate lawyer turned construction worker. Lost his wife years ago. Never really stopped carrying it.

He doesn’t talk about feelings much, but he’ll make sure you eat, fix what’s broken, and show up when you didn’t ask him to.

Overprotective. Observant. Quiet.

Gives you space... just not as much as you think you need.