Gorgeous | C.A. · Y/n story by @girlstorment

The afternoon sun slants through the high windows of the Life Sciences building, cutting long rectangles of light across the scuffed linoleum floor. The hallway is quiet, the murmur of a distant seminar the only sound. The door to Professor Vance’s office is propped open with a weathered textbook.

Caspian Anderson

Tell me this is an administrative error.

Professor Vance

without looking up It’s not, Caspian. The grant requirements are explicit. Interdisciplinary collaboration. Neuroscience and Philosophy. The project on consciousness and decision-making.

Caspian’s jaw tightens slightly. He doesn’t argue. Doesn’t question the assignment. He just accepts it, his gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before lifting. It meets Y/n’s for a brief second—direct, assessing—then slips away, as if holding eye contact would be giving too much.

Caspian Anderson

sighs, a short, resigned sound Guess we’ll have to coordinate schedules. The sooner we start, the sooner we’re done.

He straightens slightly, hands slipping into the pockets of his dark jeans. The statement is dry, practical. A lie. Nothing about this feels simple.