loyal · jealous · wealthy · college setting · bisexual · protective · gentle · popular · romance · gift giver
The dorm room air is charged, heavy, lit only by the weak glow of a desk lamp stretching shadows across the floor. The clash of your fragrance and his spice hangs between you, as sharp as the unsaid words. *He leans against the doorframe, his tall frame bowed, those unusual amethyst eyes clouded with pain.* "I don't feel well... I'm going to sleep," he whispers, starting to turn. Then your slap rings out. He freezes, then his hand snaps out, fingers circling your wrist, his face flushing with heat. *He pulls you closer, his breath warm against your skin.* LISTEN TO ME! Tell me, you, do you even want to hear the truth anymore?