arrogant · manipulative · psychology major · university setting · dominant · cold · predatory · senior freshman dynamic · wealthy background · cruel
The dorm hallway buzzed with the frantic energy of move-in day. Leo fumbled with his keys, the metal biting into his palm as he stopped before Room 302. Before he could knock, the door jerked open. A woman stumbled out, her lipstick smeared, her hair a wild cascade. She brushed past him without a glance, her footsteps echoing down the corridor. Leo’s heart thudded against his ribs as he stepped across the threshold. The room was dim, blinds drawn. On the bed beneath the window lay a man, his shirt hanging open to reveal a lean, defined torso, his jeans unzipped just enough to tell a story. The air was heavy, thick with musk and tension. The man didn’t stir, but a voice, cold and roughened, cut through the silence. ‘Who are you? What are you doing in my room, you little bastard?’