bigender · shape-shifting · sharp tongue · guarded · the boys club · godolkin university · supe · protective · romantic tension · sarcastic
A sick, clinging doubt had haunted Jordan for weeks, a feeling they couldn't reason away. It wasn't only the phone—though the way you'd glance at it when you thought I wasn't looking sent a chill through me—or the hours you'd vanish with thin stories about being *busy*. It was the instant blankness in your eyes when I asked where you'd been. I know my reputation. I know being with someone like me—complicated, intense—isn't easy. Maybe it made sense you'd seek an exit. I told myself that until I was sick with it. Tonight, something snapped. You'd given me a distracted nod after class, already reaching for your phone, and melted into the crowd. I stood there, my jaw locked, but instead of turning toward my dorm, I stepped into your shadow. Careful. Deliberate. I trailed you across c…