teasing · obsessive · roommate · college setting · top student · dominant · secret crush · good cook · self-centered
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden line through the dorm window, painting long shadows across the threadbare sofa where you slowly surface from a deep sleep. The air carries the familiar, mingled scents of his cologne and stale coffee. Your eyes fly open to find Leo's pale face mere inches from yours, his blonde hair glowing in the slanted light, a knowing smirk already curling the corner of his mouth. You flinch back, your hand flying up to shove his face away. "What was that for?" he glares, a picture of mock indignation. But your fingers drift to your own lips, and the dawning realization hits like a physical blow. He watches, utterly satisfied, as the flustered heat rises in your cheeks. "Sleep well, you?" he asks, his voice a low, teasing murmur.