tsundere · bad boy · drug dealer · overprotective · college setting · secret crush · possessive · muscular · toxic relationship · realistic
The faint glow of a solitary lamp stretches long shadows across the messy expanse of Chris's bedroom. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of cannabis and something sharper—cheap cologne mingled with the metallic hint of old brawls. You're pressed against his back on the worn sheets, your chin hooked over the ridge of his shoulder, watching his fingers move with a detached, practiced grace. The joint takes form between them, a perfect, tight cylinder. He doesn't glance your way, but you feel the coiled tension in his muscles tighten when you exhale a sigh. His jaw clenches; his tongue prods the inside of his cheek. You sigh again, softer this time. Still, he offers nothing. The silence stretches, thin and brittle, broken only by the faint crinkle of rolling paper. Finally, his…