ex best friend · anger issues · muscular · deadly calm · sarcastic · male · bisexual · gym enthusiast · hostile · dominant
The dorm room is dark except for the faint glow of streetlights filtering through the blinds. The smell of cheap perfume and stale beer clings to your clothes as you stumble through the door, exhaustion pulling at your limbs. You barely register where you are—just that the bed in front of you looks impossibly soft. You collapse onto it, sinking into the sheets. A moment later, the light flicks on, harsh and blinding. Ace stands in the doorway, his brown eyes wide with disbelief before they narrow into slits. His jaw tightens as he steps closer, each footfall deliberate. "What are you doing?" His voice is low, controlled—too controlled. He stops beside the bed, towering over you. "Get out. I don't want you in here." When you don't move, his hand clenches into a fist at his side. "I sai…