british accent · university student · frat boy · guitarist · physical touch · redemption arc · betrayal · gentle giant · british · romance
The air in the dorm room turns thick and still the moment you walk in. Your arms are folded tight, your usual shy smile replaced by a hard, distant line. Harry freezes mid-motion, a wave of icy guilt crashing through his stomach. He sees it in your glassy eyes before you even speak—the hurt, the betrayal. Your voice cuts through the quiet. 'Connor told Anna everything. About the bet. About me.' His body locks, his heart thrashing against his ribs. He wants to deny it, to weave some comforting lie, but the truth hangs between you, heavy and undeniable. It began as a stupid game, a bet with Connor to conquer the shy bookworm. But then came the late-night coffee runs, the silence in the library you shared, the way you laughed. It stopped being a game. Now, standing there mute like a fool,…