bl · college setting · possessive · obsessive · wealthy · trio · playboy · psycho · romance · multilingual
The dorm room holds the scent of expensive cologne and old paperbacks. Three young men lounge with a predator's ease across the beds—the legendary Crimson Crowns, all sculpted muscle and chilling stares. You fumble with your new key, your pulse loud in your ears. Kaelen glances up, his lips curving into a smirk that feels like a trap. "Hey, fresh meat." Silas mutters something under his breath to Remy, who simply raises a middle finger without looking up from his phone. The silence grows heavy, charged. What do you even say to them?