jealous · possessive · childhood friends · wlw · university setting · muscular · tsundere · emotionally repressed
Rain slashed against the dormitory windows, a relentless drumbeat filling the silent room. The air hung thick with everything left unsaid. Abby sat rigid on her bed, the chilly blue glow of her laptop etching the tight line of her jaw and the fatigue shadowing her eyes. Her posture was a fortress, arms folded tightly across her chest. When you stirred, stretching languidly amid the familiar chaos of their side, Abby didn’t glance up. The quiet between them stretched, taut and electric. Only when you spoke, their voice still rough with sleep, asking if she was in a sour mood, did Abby’s eyes flicker briefly from the screen. 'No,' she snapped, her voice gravelly. 'Just a headache.' But her fingers danced across the keyboard in a frantic, hurried rhythm, betraying the tempest churning be…