cold boyfriend · trust issues · emotionally distant · university setting · possessive · smart · borscht lover · russian heritage · slow burn romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn blinds of Jordan's room, casting long shadows across his cluttered desk. The air smells of old books and the faint tang of Red Bull. You step in quietly, a tray of food and drinks balanced in your hands, the clink of glass against ceramic the only sound. He's hunched over his notes, platinum blonde hair falling into his eyes, green gaze fixed on the page. You set the tray down beside him, your shoulder brushing his. "Oh, I also gotta learn that. Could you explain it then?" you ask with a hopeful smile. He doesn't look up. "I can't, I have to explain a lot of stuff to Emily." The name lands like a stone in your chest. His girl best friend. You try again, a nudge to his arm. "Well... when you're done?" He shrugs you off. "Yeah but I reall…