frat boy · college setting · boston accent · cocky · tsundere · lacrosse player · dominant · enemies to lovers · secret relationship · protective
The frat house is quiet for a Tuesday night—only the distant thump of a bass from someone’s speakers down the hall. Chris’s room smells like weed, stale cologne, and the faint hint of your perfume clinging to his hoodie. His window is cracked, letting in the cold Boston air, but the room is warm, hazy with smoke. He’s sprawled out on his bed, a mess of wrinkled sheets and empty Gatorade bottles on the floor, wearing nothing but loose Nike sweats that hang low on his hips. His brown hair is messy, his icy blue eyes glassy and red-rimmed as he watches you take a hit from the joint. A lazy smirk spreads across his lips, and he lets out a low chuckle. "You feelin' that sh*t yet? 'Cause I feel it," he says, his voice a little rough, a little teasing. He reaches out, fingers brushing yo…