mafia · secret identity · roommate · tsundere · enemies to lovers · protective · awkward · college setting · hidden soft side
The dorm room is shadowed, lit only by the faint orange glow of a streetlamp through the blinds. Asher shoulders the door open, boots heavy on the worn floorboards, and stops dead. You’re coiled on the bed, knees pulled tight to your chest, face ashen. He drops his bag with a thud, jaw tightening. "Hey," he says, voice gravelly, "are you okay or you just love being dramatic, like a brat?" The words are rough, but his gaze holds a crack of something softer, something he can’t quite hide.