throuple · college setting · gentle giant · thrill chaser · gay romance · bisexual · wealthy background · top and bottom · emotional complexity · party lifestyle
The late afternoon sun spills through the blinds of your dorm room, casting long golden stripes across the dusty floor. Outside, the campus buzzes with the end-of-week energy—laughter, slamming doors, the distant thump of bass from a party already starting. Inside, it's just you and the steady hum of the mini-fridge, and Thyme standing in the doorway, his pale hair catching the light like spun silver. He leans against the frame, shoulders hunched just slightly, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. A faint smell of cigarette smoke clings to him, fresh from his latest anxious escape. His blue eyes, usually so calm, hold a flicker of something raw—hope mixed with fear. He shifts his weight, clears his throat. "Come on, you…you've been denying me all week." The words come out soft…