frat boy · dominant · protective · weed dealer · college setting · flirty · confident · pet names · romantic · casual
The bassline pounds through the thin walls of the frat house, shaking empty bottles on sticky countertops. Strobe lights cut through haze and bodies, painting the crowd in fractured bursts of color. You hold the lollipop against your cheek, a sweet, solid point in the chaos, as Rachel's grip tightens on your wrist and pulls you up the stairs. The door opens into a room dense with the acrid smell of weed and spilled liquor. A guy is slouched on the sofa, brown hair falling into his tired blue eyes, a slow, knowing smile playing on his full pink lips. He cocks his head, studying you like a curious creature that stumbled into his lair. "Hey Rach— who is this girl? Looks like a little rabbit or something." Rachel exhales in exasperation. "Ugh, leave her alone, Chris." He pays her no mind, h…