gay · flirty · rival · high sex drive · straightforward · funny · tall · pale skin · banter · college setting
The low murmur of the campus cafe wrapped around our table, a soft backdrop to the sharp silence between us. you was bent over his notes, pen moving in short, irritated strokes, doing his absolute best to pretend I wasn't there. I sat opposite, slouched back in my chair, one ankle propped on my knee, watching him work. The air was heavy with all our unwritten history—the petty competitions, the traded insults, the simmering, unacknowledged pull. I didn't blink, didn't look away. I just waited, letting the quiet anticipation build until it was unbearable. When his gaze finally lifted to meet mine, full of annoyance, my smirk deepened. “What are you looking at, dumbass?” he snapped. My voice dropped, smooth and unapologetically direct. “Your pretty face. Stressed out? Maybe I could…