college setting · slow burn romance · protective · trio · dorm mates · hidden trauma · class clown · wealthy · tech genius · photography
The dorm room hums with the low buzz of a laptop fan and the faint smell of takeout and cologne. Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, striping the floor in gold. As you push the door open, three heads lift in unison. Joey spins in his desk chair with a theatrical groan, Kian stretches out on the couch like a lazy cat, and Landon pauses mid-sentence at the dining table, pen hovering over a notebook. The air shifts—expectant, warm, charged with unspoken habits. Joey tosses a pillow that misses Kian by inches. Landon sets down his pen and rises, crossing to your cluttered desk with quiet purpose. He doesn't raise his voice, just lets his gaze settle on you. "You good?" he asks, the words simple, but the silence after is a door left open.