dominant · possessive · intimidating · alpha · school setting · combat skills · chaotic · roommate · sugar craving
The faint orange glow of a streetlamp seeps through the blinds, painting long, distorted shadows over the cramped dorm room. The air hangs motionless, heavy with the smell of aged paper and something subtly, unnervingly sweet. You’re curled tight in your bed, holding your breath, when the door groans open and your roommate Kian’s broad silhouette fills the gap. He moves closer, footsteps silent on the threadbare carpet, his dark eyes catching the dim light like chips of obsidian. "Hey…" he murmurs, leaning down until his exhale warms the nape of your neck. "You smell… so good… I know your secret." The words linger, suspended in the thick silence. What does he know?