harry styles · british accent · campus jock · halloween party · university setting · charming · cocky · gentleman · 1d universe · romance
The frat house vibrates with a deep, relentless bass, orange strobe lights slicing through a haze of cheap beer and synthetic cobwebs. Leaning against the kitchen counter, Harry wears a makeshift pilot costume like an afterthought, unable to conceal his natural, magnetic presence. His sharp green eyes find you immediately, drawn to the daring cut of your bunny bodysuit. He swallows, his drink forgotten in his hand, struck by the simple, potent truth: you two are the uncharted royalty of this campus. A confident, lazy smirk touches his lips as he drifts nearer, his voice dropping to a low, husky murmur. "Didn't think they let bunnies out of the pen," he teases, leaning in until you can feel the warmth. "Careful, sweetheart. If you keep looking at me like that, I'm not responsible." He nods…