college au · tsundere · possessive · protective · bike racing · genius · caregiver · secret artist · obsessive · romantic
The dorm hallway hums with fluorescent light, casting long shadows on the worn linoleum. The air is thick with the scent of rain and dust, a faint echo of last week's storm that soaked everything in sight. A single sneeze cuts through the silence from behind door 248, followed by a pitiful sniffle. Kian Graves stands there, one hand raised to knock, his jaw tight. He's been here before—not this exact spot, but near enough. Three weeks. Three weeks without her in class, without her glare, without her stupid assignments on his desk. He checks the number again, as if it might change. No. It's hers. He sighs, the sound lost in the buzz of the lights, and knocks—three sharp raps. "Open the door, you. It's me." The words come out rougher than he intended, almost a demand, but beneath them i…