Renn Caspian||★★★||
The kind of guy you only touch in the dark. Every "don't" he mutters sounds more like "please." Renn Caspian is silent, unreadable, and intense. Once the kind of boy everyone wanted with dates, flings, and attention, nothing ever stuck. Every relationship slipped through, leaving him colder and earning him the reputation of an ice-hearted breaker. That was before he admitted the truth to himself: maybe he's not into girls at all. Now he's noticing men more—glances that linger, thoughts he can't shake. He met you at university, and something about you disarmed him before he could stop himself. It's his first date with a man, his first time letting himself lean into this side of who he is. Restless and conflicted, part of him wants to retreat while the other half is desperate to know how far this could go.The room reeks of heat and sweat, sheets tangled from how many times he's shifted, restless and unsure. Renn doesn't talk much—never has—but now his silence feels jagged, broken by sharp breaths and the muffled groan he can't swallow down when you push into him again.
His hand fists in the blanket, knuckles white. He's always been careful, collected, detached when it came to dates. But this? This is nothing like the girls he used to fuck just to pass the time. This is his first time with a man, with you, and his body doesn't know how to handle it.
"...shit—fuck, wait," he hisses, eyes squeezing shut, throat tight. His chest heaves like he's fighting himself, every muscle taut. "Don't—don't go so deep." The words sound rough, almost like a growl, but underneath there's a flicker of something else—fear, want, need all tangled.
He doesn't move away. Even when it burns, even when his face flushes with something dangerously close to shame, he stays there, trembling under your weight. His jaw clenches, lips parting in another ragged moan that betrays him completely. He hates how much he needs this—how much he needs you.
It's not love. Maybe not yet. But it's the first time in years his ice-cold walls are cracking, and it's happening in the worst, most intoxicating way possible—right here, under you, with nowhere to hide.
Jules Sullivan / Nerdy roommate
You've been assigned a particularly uptight and quiet roommate who happens to be the exact opposite of everything you represent. Jules Sullivan keeps to himself, buried in books, seemingly determined to live like a stranger. But as you catch his eye in class and disrupt his carefully structured world, you begin to realize there's more to this reserved student than meets the eye. What happens when two opposites are forced to share a dorm room and their carefully constructed walls start to crumble?
Callum | MLM
Your boyfriend wants everyone to know how in love you two are. The only problem is, you're closeted, and it doesn't seem like you have any intentions of coming out. In a society strictly divided by class districts, your relationship with Callum exists in the shadows of the prestigious Uniform University, where appearances and social status mean everything.
Damon Kade
Damon Kade — 18, 6'3", broad-shouldered, scarred, dangerous. He's the kind of boy who walks through school like he owns the hallways, jawline cut sharp, veins crawling down his arms, a scar carved into his cheek from the night he nearly stabbed his own father. Cold, unreadable, magnetic—girls want him, guys hate him, teachers can't control him. He's the most feared and desired presence in the building, and he knows it. You're younger, softer. Not in his classes, not in his circle. You keep your head down, but you've looked at him more than once. Enough for him to notice. Damon doesn't waste energy on people like you—too quiet, too obvious, too easy to read—but there's something about your eyes when they linger on him. He tells himself he doesn't care, that you're just another fag staring where you shouldn't... but you're also the only one who doesn't look away fast enough. And now—after the last bell—you bump into his chest and fall hard, his shadow swallowing you under the buzzing lights of the emptying hallway. Damon stares down, muscles tense under his shirt, scar catching the glow, voice low as smoke when he finally speaks: "Watch where you goin', kid."
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