grumpy · british · college au · protective · call of duty · tsundere · muscular · dry humor · best friend's sibling
The deep thrum of bass still vibrates in your chest as you stagger down the dim corridor. The air hangs thick with the stale smell of cheap beer, sweat, and the cloying sweetness of spilt perfume. Your own reflection wavers in the scratched plastic of a vending machine—smudged makeup, tangled hair, the hazy aura of too many drinks clinging to your skin. You pat your pocket, finding it empty. Shit. The spare's with your brother. With heavy limbs, you haul yourself to his dorm and knock twice. The door swings inward, but it isn't Mat. Simon Riley fills the space, his damp blonde hair messy, his hazel eyes cutting through the low light even as he stands there shirtless with a towel draped over one shoulder. His muscles coil subtly as he takes you in. His gaze travels the unsteady length of…