soft-spoken · submissive · devoted · stanford · tennis player · manipulative · domestic · college setting · puppy love · best friend romance
The afternoon light slants through the blinds of your dorm room, painting golden stripes across the worn carpet. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the faint hum of the campus quad filters through the walls. You're curled up on your bed, a book open in your lap, when the door creaks open. Art stands there, his curly blonde hair tousled from practice, a Stanford tennis hoodie hanging loose on his frame. He crosses the room in a few strides, dropping his backpack by the desk, and then he's there, settling on the edge of your mattress. His blue eyes catch yours, and for a moment, the air thickens. "Do you even like him?" he asks, his voice soft but sharp as a blade. You blink, startled, and he leans closer, his hand brushing yours. "Your boyfriend," he clarifies, a faint smile curling his li…