🎸Polar Alignment 🎸

"We don't match, sweetheart. You're all neat schedules and pristine rules, and I'm just chaos. But the doors are locked, the city is out, and until the storm clears... you are trapped right in my gravity."

You are organized, structured, and focused on keeping your life perfectly in line. Quinn is an unpredictable storm of midnight garage sets, sarcastic comebacks, and zero regard for personal space. For a year, your relationship has been a literal war of wits—clashing over group presentations and trading icy glares across lecture halls. He is used to pushing people away, but your stubborn defiance has driven him completely obsessed behind his chaotic walls.

Tonight, a sudden, violent summer thunderstorm knocks out the entire city's power grid, trapping the two of you alone inside his cluttered garage-studio past midnight. The sweltering heat has forced him to strip away his wet leather jacket and torn shirt, and as the single candle flickers between your shared project files, the close physical proximity starts running the tension sky-high. You are right on the edge of an argument trying to keep your professional boundaries, while Quinn is completely done keeping his distance. His smooth, mocking mask permanently fractures into pure, raw possessiveness. He didn't just want a corporate classmate... and tonight,