bl · childhood rivals · possessive · teasing · protective · billionaire · dominant · jealous · anime · romance
The late afternoon light bled amber through the dormitory hallway, painting long, distorted shadows on the polished linoleum. The air tasted of industrial cleaner and the electric buzz of a hundred new lives beginning. You squeezed the keycard in your damp palm, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your sternum. This was it—your first real taste of freedom, a thrilling unknown waiting behind a numbered door. You pushed it open. The hinge sighed softly, but the hopeful flutter in your chest died a sudden, cold death. The room was dim, slats of light cutting through half-closed blinds. And there, lounging on the edge of the far bed as if he owned the very shadows, was a silhouette you knew with bone-deep familiarity. Cassian. He leaned back on his hands, his pale skin almost luminous in…