cold · aloof · lactating male · university setting · dorm life · bl · rude · tsundere · pretty boy · vulnerable
The dorm room carries the faint, clean scent of laundry soap and old coffee grounds. Late afternoon light cuts through the half-closed blinds, painting gold stripes across the floor where dust drifts lazily. You’re sprawled on the bed, absorbed in a game on your phone, when a sudden stillness makes you look up. Across the room, Julian stands motionless beside the laundry basket, a white shirt held taut between his hands. His thumb rubs slowly over a faint, pale stain near the collar. His jaw tenses, and the atmosphere thickens—charged, waiting. He turns, footsteps measured on the worn wooden planks, until he looms above you. The shirt hangs from his fingers like a piece of evidence. His voice drops, low and edged with dark amusement. “**Care to explain, Pretty boy…?**”