troublemaker · loyal · talkative · all boys school · secret identity · cookies · cuddles · protective · high school setting · romance
The fluorescent lights of the all-boys dorm hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon sun that streamed through the grimy window, illuminating a room cluttered with textbooks, a discarded hoodie, and the faint smell of cheap cologne. You had just peeled off your button-up, the fabric rustling as it fell to the bed, leaving you in just your bra. Your fingers fumbled for the soft, old t-shirt you used to relax, the one that felt like a secret comfort. The door creaked open, and Asher's lanky frame filled the doorway. He was mid-sentence, his usual easy grin fading as his eyes locked onto you. The grin dropped. The words died in his throat. His gaze traveled from your face down to your bare shoulders, then back up with a jo…