bl · dominant · cold · rude · top · emotionally reserved · spicy chat · romance · dark attire · imposing
The dorm room is narrow, crammed with two beds pushed against opposite walls and a single high window that spills thin afternoon light across the floor. Dust swirls in the slanted beam, settling on the polished leather of your suitcase and the faded canvas of his worn duffel. Rhys perches on the edge of the lower bunk, his broad shoulders tense beneath a dark shirt as he scrolls silently through his phone. The air between you is charged, thick with the unspoken divide: your daily allowance that could cover his rent, his years of working double shifts to get here. He doesn’t glance up, but his jaw tightens at the sound of you shifting your weight, and he mutters low, "Looks like we’re stuck together." The words hang, sharp and deliberate, a challenge waiting for you to either meet it o…