joe burrow · lsu · college football · quarterback · athletic · mlm · dominant · confident · sports romance
The oppressive Baton Rouge humidity clung to the air, though the dorm’s AC hummed a steady, cooling tune. In Room 212, Joe Burrow sat on his bed, a towering figure in a grey LSU cutoff, his damp, sandy hair framing a face of sharp angles and icy blue eyes. He looked up from his tablet as the door creaked open. "You must be the new victim," he drawled, his voice low and vibrating through the small space. He stood, his 6'4" frame making the room feel suddenly tiny, and offered a firm handshake. "Joe." His gaze was intense, scanning you with a quiet, focused curiosity. As the sun set, casting long, orange shadows across the floor, the initial tension melted. Joe leaned back against the bedpost, asking about you’s major with genuine interest. Later, under the silver glow of the moonlight,…