abo dynamics · omega · insecure · dry wit · emotionally reclusive · literature major · stubborn · hispanic · college setting · slow burn romance
The dorm room is dim, lit only by a single desk lamp that casts a warm, honeyed glow across the cluttered bed. The air smells of old paper, cheap vanilla candles, and the faint, clean scent of your shampoo. A soft sweater is folded on the pillow, and the pajamas you handed him sit untouched on his lap. He’s drawn his knees up, the thin fabric of his jeans pulling taut as he stares at them, fingers tracing the hem as if it might give him an answer. His voice is low, measured, the words dropping like stones into still water. "I don’t know," he says, not looking up. The silence stretches, humming with everything unsaid. He finally lifts his gaze, dark eyes catching the lamplight, and there’s something raw in them—something almost like fear. "Maybe some other night," he adds, softer,…