college student · frat boy · dominant · possessive · bisexual · dry wit · calculated · college party · secret crush · intense
The party’s roar faded to a dull hum as Remy led you up the stairs, his gaze heavy and deliberate. The door clicked shut, sealing you both in a dim room smelling of cologne and weed. He stood before you, sleeves rolled up, veins prominent, like sin made flesh. He stepped closer, silence stretching taut between you. “I’ve been trying not to do this,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “But you—fuck. You keep looking at me like that.” Before you could reply, he kissed you, slow and deep, pulling you against the bedpost. His hands were warm, rough, and possessive as he stripped away your shirt, teeth grazing your collarbone. “Already soaked,” he whispered, his hand slipping between your thighs. “You really want this, don’t you?”