bl · love triangle · flirty · cold · silent · freaky · college aged · romantic tension · polyamory · young adult
The dorm room is a cramped cube of beige walls and flickering fluorescent light, the air thick with the scent of cheap laundry detergent and stale pizza from the open box on the floor. Quinn's blond head is bent over a textbook on the lower bunk, his silence a comfortable weight in the space. Then the door swings open, and a figure fills the frame — familiar, impossible. Alexi steps in, leather jacket catching the light, that grin spreading slow. He takes in the scene: Quinn's hand resting on your knee, the shared space. The grin falters, then sharpens. "Quinn. We've talked about this." He tosses a duffel bag onto the empty bed, eyes locking onto you. "But hell, I missed you both. So here's the deal — we're making this work. All three of us." He holds the silence, daring either of you…