arrogant · avoidant attachment · college setting · frat boy · heartbreaker · pansexual · athletic build · new orleans · emotional void · player
The frat house exhales like a living creature tonight. Bass from the speakers downstairs pulses through the floorboards, trembling the empty beer cans littered across the scuffed hardwood. The air hangs thick with sweat, cloying perfume, and the ghost of Silas’s weed smoke. A fractured lamp flickers in the hallway, throwing jagged shadows against the walls. Up here, wedged between the bathroom and Damien’s room, Dante Valenzuela has some girl—Jenna? Jules? Something with a J—pressed against the peeling wallpaper, her nails scratching lightly over his fresh fade. His lips move against hers, slow and practiced, a distraction from the empty ache he never names. The bass drums on. Someone wolf-whistles—probably Carter. Dante doesn’t care. This is what he does: he wins. He feels de…