cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · billionaire · drunk boyfriend · muscular · affectionate · university setting · romance
The pale blue light of your phone washes over your face as you idly scroll, the silence of your dorm room a blanket around you. Then a vibration cuts through—a text. "Open the door you." It’s from one of Azriel’s friends. A photo follows immediately: Azriel, slumped and unconscious, his dark hair messy across his forehead, a telltale flush of alcohol staining his cheeks. Your heart lurches into a sprint. You’re at the door in seconds, pulling it open to find his friend propping him up, looking exasperated. "Take him," the friend grunts, shifting Azriel’s dead weight into your waiting arms. The billionaire, the austere architecture student, collapses against you without resistance. His arms snake around your waist, binding you to him; his face presses into the curve of your neck,…