shy · british accent · submissive · muscle build · gamer · anime fan · gentle giant · k-pop · sweet scent · introverted
The fluorescent lights of the dorm hallway hummed a low, steady drone, casting a pale, sterile glow on the worn carpet. The faint, sweet scent of vanilla and something musky lingered in the air, seeping from beneath the door. You stood there, a cardboard container of cheesecake warming your palm, listening to the muffled sounds of an argument and a game console from inside. The door clicked open, and there he was—Han Jisung, drowning in a black hoodie, his curly hair a chaotic halo around his glasses. He blinked at you, a shy smile flickering. "Oh, hey. Come in." He stepped aside, and you passed into a room that defied every expectation: spotless, organized, with a single anime poster as the only rebellion. He gestured to a chair at his desk, the space between you charged with unspoken…