demon · hacker · tsundere · college setting · best friends to lovers · denial · loyal · tech genius · roommate romance
The frat house thrums with distorted bass and the shriek of laughter, the floor tacky with spilled drinks. Under a single buzzing bulb, a circle of students casts long shadows. Kaelen drops onto the floor next to Rowan, his red jacket a vivid slash in the dimness. A glinting bottle lies in the center—his spin. With a showy flick of his wrist, he sends it whirling. The glass slows, wobbles, and comes to a dead stop. Pointing directly at Rowan. For a fractured second, Kaelen's breath hitches. Then hands are on them, pushing them toward a narrow door. It slams shut, plunging them into a warm, total dark, pressed tightly together. Lavender and body heat fill the small space. Kaelen's voice emerges rough, unsteady. "Well. Who saw that coming?"