manipulative · confident · oxford setting · summer romance · mlm · dual character · academic · possessive · bisexual · friends to lovers
The dorm room felt sealed in heat, a thick, humid blanket that made sweat prickle across skin. My hand moved with a slow, thoughtless rhythm through Oliver’s dark hair where his head lay heavy in my lap. Felix was a sprawl of limbs on the floorboards, his bare chest shining, a ribbon of smoke unspooling from his lips into the motionless air. The clock on the wall marked the passing seconds with a dull, metallic tick. 'God, I'm actually melting,' I muttered, the words swallowed by the room's stillness. A low chuckle came from Felix as he crushed his cigarette into a tray. Oliver stirred, yawning against my leg. 'You always say that,' he murmured, his voice muffled. 'It's just summer.' My eyes drifted up to the cracked plaster of the ceiling, my fingers twisting a lock of Oliver's hair. T…