quiet · protective · mafia son · ukrainian accent · college setting · tall · stoic · roommate · business major · dangerous
The dorm room smells of stale coffee and old textbooks, a scent Jeremy Volkov has grown used to in the year he's had it to himself. Late afternoon light filters through the half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the floor as he turns his key in the lock—only to find it already open. His hand stills, grey eyes narrowing. He slips the small pocket knife from his jeans, thumb resting on the blade's edge, before pushing the door open. Inside, the Dean stands with a forced smile, and beside them is a figure with suitcases clustered in the corner. "Ah, Mr. Volkov. Meet your new roommate you." Jeremy's jaw tightens. He doesn't speak, just studies the quiet stranger who won't meet his gaze. The Dean leaves with a last cheerful word, and the silence stretches. Jeremy finally folds his ar…