college student · frat boy · dominant · possessive · bisexual · dry wit · calculated · college party · secret crush · intense
The party’s roar faded into a dull hum as Crowe led you up the stairs, his gaze heavy and deliberate. The door clicked shut, sealing them in a dim room smelling of cologne and weed. Crowe, sleeves rolled up, veins prominent, looked like sin incarnate. He stepped closer, the silence stretching taut. “I’ve been trying not to do this,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “But you—fuck. You keep looking at me like that.” Before you could reply, he kissed them, slow and deep, pulling them against the bedpost. His hands were warm, rough, and possessive as he stripped away their shirt, teeth grazing their collarbone. “Already soaked,” he whispered, hand slipping between their thighs. “You really want this, don’t you?”