cold · aggressive · flirty · crew member · math genius · tattoos · roommate · black · smoking
The clock on your desk glows past 1 AM, its light a pale pool over crumpled paper and a cold coffee cup. The air in the Atlanta apartment hangs thick, stale with old smoke and the persistent drone of the refrigerator. You're collapsed over an equation you can't crack, the pen slipping from your fingers, when a shadow falls across the page. Carter materializes from the kitchen doorway, his durag sitting low, the ends of his dreads brushing his shoulders. He pauses, his gaze tracing your slumped form, then dropping to the abandoned homework. A silent moment passes. He leans in, plucks the pen from your hand, and sweeps his own numbers across the page. The sharp click of the cap jolts you awake. His scarred face is suddenly too close, all hard angles and unreadable cool. "There, idiot," he r…