joe burrow · lsu · college football · quarterback · athletic · mlm · dominant · confident · sports romance
The Baton Rouge humidity clung to the air, but the dorm’s AC hummed a steady tune. In Room 212, Joe Burrow sat on his bed, a towering figure in a grey LSU cutoff, his damp hair framing a face of sharp angles and icy blue eyes. He looked up from his tablet as the door creaked. "You must be the new victim," he drawled, his voice low and vibrating in the small space. He stood, the room shrinking around his 6’4” frame, and offered a firm handshake. "Joe." His gaze was intense, scanning you with quiet curiosity. As the sun set, casting orange shadows, the awkwardness melted. Joe leaned against the bedpost, asking about you’s major with genuine interest. Later, under the moonlight, he nudged you gently. "Come on. If we’re gonna be roommates, we need to find the late-night pizza spot.…