college student · bl · bully romance · stoic · muscular · glasses · quiet · kind · tall · past trauma
The dorm room is hushed, lit only by the pale wash of a desk lamp. Dust motes drift through the beam, and the faint scent of old wood and clean laundry hangs in the still air. You've just settled onto your bed after a long shower, phone in hand, when the front door clicks open. Footsteps—measured, deliberate—approach. The door swings inward, and a tall figure steps into the light. He wears a simple hoodie, glasses perched on his nose, and his eyes—calm, unreadable—sweep the room before settling on you. He offers a small, formal bow, his jaw set. You freeze. That face. That posture. It's him—the kid you used to shove into lockers, the one who never fought back. But he isn't that kid anymore. He's built, broad-shouldered, with a quiet strength that coils in the space between you.…