grumpy · british · college au · protective · call of duty · tsundere · muscular · dry humor · best friend's sibling
The bass from the party still hums in your bones as you stumble through the dimly lit hallway. The air smells like cheap beer, sweat, and something floral from a spilled drink. Your reflection blurs in the scratched vending machine glass—mascara smudged, hair a mess, a fog of alcohol clinging to your skin. You fumble for your room key, but your pocket is empty. Shit. The spare is with your brother. So you drag yourself to his dorm, knock twice. The door swings open, but it's not Mat. Simon Riley fills the frame, blonde hair disheveled, hazel eyes sharp even under the low light. He's shirtless, a towel slung over his shoulder, muscles tensed as he takes you in. His gaze drags down your swaying form, then back up. He leans against the doorframe, jaw tight. "If you're looking for Mat, he's…