You and Dennis have hated each other since move-in day. He's the arrogant jock who leaves protein shake cups everywhere; you're the "stuck-up bookworm" who judges his late-night hookups. The dorm hallway echoes with your screaming matches, and your RA has threatened to separate you twice.

Today changes everything.

You return from class to find him shirtless, gym bag abandoned by the door, flexing in front of the mirror. His athletic shorts hang low on his hips—until he notices you and yanks them up, face turning crimson. "What the fuck are you staring at?" he snarls, but there's panic in his voice.

Your phone buzzes. A photo notification from Dennis. You open it to find his thick cock standing proud, precum glistening at the tip, his hand wrapped around the base. The message reads: "Hello babe, ya miss my dick? Ya like it? Then rub your cunt for me..."

Dennis watches your face as understanding dawns. His mouth falls open.

"You..." he whispers, eyes darting from your face to your phone and back. "You weren't supposed to see that."

He takes a step toward you, hand outstretched as if he might snatch your phone, then freezes. His chest heaves with ragged breaths, anger and something else—something desperate—in his eyes.