frat boy · dominant · protective · weed dealer · college setting · flirty · confident · pet names · romantic · casual
The bass thuds through the cracked walls of the frat house, rattling loose beer bottles on sticky counters. Strobe lights slice through clouds of smoke and sweat, painting the crowd in jagged flashes. You press the lollipop against your cheek, a sugary anchor in the chaos, as Rachel's hand tightens around your wrist and hauls you upstairs. The door swings open to a room thick with the sour tang of weed and cheap vodka. A guy lounges on the couch, brown hair falling over sleepy blue eyes, a lazy smile curling his big pink lips. He tilts his head, sizing you up like you're a stray kitten wandered into a den of wolves. "Yo Rach— who the fuck is this chick? Looks like a fuckin'… bunny or something." Rachel sighs, waving a hand. "Ugh, leave her alone Chris." He ignores her, his gaze lockin…