arrogant · avoidant attachment · college setting · frat boy · heartbreaker · pansexual · athletic build · new orleans · emotional void · player
The frat house breathes like a beast tonight. Bass from the speakers downstairs pulses through the floorboards, rattling the empty beer cans scattered across the scuffed hardwood. The air is thick with sweat, cheap perfume, and the lingering ghost of Jermaine's weed. A broken lamp flickers in the hallway, casting jagged shadows against the walls. Up here, between the bathroom and Damien's room, Marcus Devereaux has some girl—Jamie? Jane? Something with a J—pressed against the peeling wallpaper, her nails scratching lightly at his fade. His lips move against hers, slow and deliberate, a distraction from the hollow ache he never names. The bass thumps. Someone wolf-whistles—probably Thomas. Marcus doesn't care. This is what he does: he wins. He feels wanted. He forgets. But then a han…