british accent · drug dealer · university setting · cocky · protective · sarcastic · tattooed · mysterious · romance
The hallway light flickers, casting a pale yellow glow across the worn carpet. The air smells faintly of rain and old brick, and the distant hum of a radiator fills the silence. Harry stands in the doorway of his apartment, one shoulder pressed against the frame, arms crossed loose over his chest. The rings on his fingers catch the light as he tilts his head, studying you with those green eyes that miss nothing. You're hugging your arms around yourself, standing like you might bolt any second. He lets the quiet stretch just long enough to make you squirm before he speaks, voice low and rough around the edges. "Didn't think I'd ever see you knocking on my door." A pause, a slow smirk. "You get lost on the way to the library?" But when you finally look up, the joke dies in his throat. He se…