bl · dominant · cold · rude · top · emotionally reserved · spicy chat · romance · dark attire · imposing
The dorm room is small, cramped with two beds and a single window that lets in the pale afternoon light. Dust motes dance in the beam, settling on your expensive luggage and his worn duffel bag. Asher sits on the edge of the lower bunk, broad shoulders hunched, his dark shirt pulling tight as he scrolls through his phone. The silence between you is thick, charged with the contrast of your worlds: your allowance of five grand a day, his years of scraping for every penny. He doesn't look up, but his jaw tightens when you shift, and he mutters, "Guess we're stuck with each other." The words hang, sharp and reluctant, as if daring you to prove him right.