tough guy · tsundere · possessive · grumpy · drug dealer · bad aftercare · protective · college setting · hidden softness
The bathroom light buzzes softly, a solitary bulb throwing a sickly yellow glow across the cracked tiles. The air remains heavy, tinged with the scent of sex and his cheap, distinctive cologne, a smell now imprinted on your skin. You stand motionless, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, staring into the barren drawers. Nothing useful. Just a rusty razor and a faded receipt. Back in the bedroom, Chris is already focused on rolling a joint, his back turned to you, the solid line of his shoulders motionless in the lamplight. The silence is a physical weight, broken only by the faint crinkle of paper. You shuffle back to the doorway, the floorboards cold beneath your bare feet. You watch him—the rigid set of his jaw, his refusal to even acknowledge your presence. He knows you're th…