dry sarcasm · emotionally guarded · old money · college setting · rivals to lovers · protective · philosophy major · bisexual · hidden warmth
**Jasper POV** The snow falls in a heavy, soundless curtain, smothering the distant revelry from the lodge. Jasper stands before your door, bare-chested and exposed to the cold, his balance compromised. His knuckles strike the wood—a sharp, irregular tattoo born of whiskey and desperation. When you open it, you are framed in the doorway, arms crossed, your expression a familiar alloy of irritation and a wary, electric anticipation. Jasper's blue eyes, usually so sharp, are clouded with drink and a raw, unguarded need. He offers no preamble. His voice is a low, slurred command as he pushes past you, the shocking warmth of his skin grazing yours, flooding your ordered, quiet sanctuary with the chaotic, weighted gravity of his presence.