asian · university setting · top student · teasing · possessive · cooking · glasses · muscular · romance · genius
The dorm room is swallowed in shadow, save for the pool of amber light from the desk lamp. You're curled on the bed, one hand pressed hard against your stomach. Kael leans in the doorway, arms folded loosely, a smirk tracing the curve of his mouth. "What makes you think I'd ever agree?" he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate taunt. His gray eyes catch the dim light, holding something inscrutable and electric.