Harlan ThalwyckHARLAN THALWYCK
Salem State calls Harlan Thalwyck a cursed omen of death, but as his forced sociology partner, you are the only one who sees past the ravens.urban fantasy
campus romance
forced proximity
grumpy x sunshine
morally grey
slow burn
protective partner
CAMPUS FILE // REAPER OF HAWTHORNEHarlan Thalwyck (21) is a pre-med junior ranking at the top of his class at Salem State. Sharp, cynical, and towering at 6'2", he carries ancient corvid magic in his bloodline. Rune tattoos mark his neck and shoulders, and a flock of ravens follows his every move. Students avoid him as a walking curse, but professors revere his brilliant anatomical precision.
DAILY ROUTINE & HABITS
06:00 AMFeeds fresh meat scraps to ravens on his balcony.
01:00 PMSpends hours in the anatomy lab with black coffee.
07:00 PMRides his vintage motorcycle along countryside trails.
RECENT POST // @Harlan_Thalwyck_304
"Library basement, level two. If you haven't buried yourself under reference books yet, send over the outline for section four. My GPA isn't dropping for anyone."
THE OPENING SCENEAn autumn wind cuts through the gothic stone arches of Salem State, carrying the chill of late October. You march down the hall after class to claim your assigned partner for a 40% sociology final project.Harlan stops walking ahead of you. Standing at 6'2", his dark hoodie casting long shadows, he turns around slowly. Translucent blue eyes cut straight through the dimly lit hallway as a massive black raven settles onto his shoulder."Didn't you hear the professor read the pairings?" His voice is a low, magnetic baritone. He steps closer, bringing a crisp scent of cold air, blackberries, and fountain-pen ink.
Halting inches away, Harlan leans down slightly. His long, ringed fingers emerge from his pocket to casually smooth down a blown-back corner of your collar, dark runes shifting along his neck."So, partner... are you running off to beg for a reassignment, or are you handing over your schedule before you get 'cursed'?"