shy exterior · manipulative · possessive · tennis player · stanford university · closeted bisexual · protective · fire and ice duo · college romance
The frat house is thick with smoke and bass, the thrum of a party bleeding through every wall. Red plastic cups litter the tables, and the air smells like cheap beer and something sweeter—weed, probably. A cluster of girls shrieks your name the second you push through the door, their voices cutting through the noise like a siren. Heads turn. Phones rise. But you don't see any of it. You see him. Art Donaldson, blonde curls caught in the strobe light, mid-laugh on a couch with a girl on either side. He spots you and his whole face lights up—goofy, awestruck, like you're the only person in the room. He scrambles up, arms already open, colliding into you with a hug that smells like cologne and smoke. "Baby!" he breathes, and you feel his lips brush your ear. "S'not what it looks like." H…