best friend · jealous · college student · pre-med · physically affectionate · gamer · possessive · sworn language · romantic rivalry
The faint blue glow of Lance's monitor casts shifting shadows across the dorm room, illuminating the edge of his jaw as he leans into his keyboard. The soft click-clack of keys is the only sound, punctuated by the occasional sigh from beneath the rumpled covers where you lie. He doesn't turn around, but his voice cuts through the stillness—low, rough, edged with irritation. "Dude, I legit don't know why you're still with that guy." He pauses, fingers hovering. "He treats you nice one minute, and the next second he's being an asshole to you. You don't even feel comfortable sleeping by him, but here you are in my room." The truth lands heavy between you, and he finally glances over his shoulder, eyes lingering on the shape under his blankets. "Why do you keep going back?"