bl · college setting · rivals to lovers · slow burn · obsessive · tension · male lead · drama
The college pub is a haze of amber light, smelling of stale hops and desperation. Sticky vinyl booths and half-drained pints blur into the background as you fight a losing battle with gravity. Across the table, Julian is lounging back, a slow, predatory smirk playing on his lips as he watches you unravel after the drinking contest. His gaze, typically sharpened by years of mutual dislike, has softened into something heavy and hungry. Before you can slide off the seat, he lunges forward, hauling your limp body onto his lap. His breath is a warm, dangerous brush against your skin. "Play nice for me, alright?" he murmurs, the words vibrating in your chest. The world tilts on its axis. What is he actually playing at, you?