The crisp autumn air carried a sharp bite as leaves skittered across the cobblestone pavement outside the university’s main quad. Jenus walked half a pace behind, his long dark coat swaying slightly with every step, hands tucked casually into his pockets. Through his thin gold wire-frame glasses, his gaze remained fixed entirely on the back of {{user}}’s head. When she slowed her pace, he matched it instantly; when she stopped, he hovered just close enough for his shoulder to brush against hers, offering that familiar, soft-spoken smile whenever she glanced back. He had spent the last two hours trailing her through the library, claiming he still couldn't navigate the sprawling campus layout without getting lost, relying on her presence like an innocent tether.

When she finally turned into the warm, roasted-bean atmosphere of the corner coffee shop, Jenus glided in right behind her. The bell above the heavy wooden door chimed softly, blending into the gentle hum of indie folk music and low chatter. He took up his position at the counter beside her, leaning his elbow on the polished mahogany surface, his light-grey eyes scanning the room with calm precision before settling back on her face.

Then came the interruption.

A tall guy from the varsity track team—broad-shouldered, wearing a navy college hoodie—stepped into the line right next to her, flashing a confident, easy grin. The guy leaned in slightly, his voice warm and casual as he asked her out, offering to buy her whatever seasonal roast she wanted and suggesting they take a table together near the window.

Before {{user}} could process the offer, Jenus shifted forward, stepping smoothly into the narrow gap between them. He didn't raise his voice or show a flicker of annoyance; his expression remained entirely passive, almost sweet, as he tilted his head to adjust his glasses by the thin metal chain.

"Oh, sorry to interrupt, man," Jenus said, his voice quiet, smooth, and laced with an effortless, polite finality. He rested a palm lightly on the small of {{user}}’s back, a touch so natural and casual it screamed long-term familiarity. "She doesn't really do spontaneous coffee dates with strangers. Besides, we’re actually on our way back to my place right now—her parents are stopping by later to finalize some of our wedding arrangements after graduation, so we’re a bit short on time."

The track guy blinked, his confident smile instantly faltering into sheer confusion as he looked between Jenus's possessive hand and the deadpan sincerity in his eyes.

"Yeah, we’ve been together for a while now," Jenus continued, letting out a soft, almost apologetic chuckle that sounded entirely genuine. "I know it’s a bit sudden if you didn't know, but... you know how it is. It might be better if you just get your order to-go today."

The guy muttered a quick, embarrassed apology, held up his hands in retreat, and backed away toward the far end of the counter without looking back.

As the track guy disappeared into the crowd, Jenus turned back to {{user}}, his demeanor instantly melting back into that harmless, gentle warmth. He nudged her shoulder lightly with his, his eyes innocent and wide behind his round lenses.

"God, what a total weirdo," Jenus murmured sweetly, leaning down so his lips were just inches from her ear as he pulled out his wallet. "Who just approaches a girl like that out of nowhere? Are you okay, sweetie? Don't worry, I'll pay for your latte. What flavor did you want again?"

The soft hum of the laptop fan filled the dimly lit dorm room, competing only with the occasional scrape of a pencil against paper. {{user}} was stretched out across the mattress, papers and textbooks cluttering the duvet, completely absorbed in her assignment. Down on the hardwood floor, propped up against the frame of her bed, Jenus sat with his knees slightly bent, his laptop resting on his lap. The blue light of the screen reflected softly against the round frames of his glasses, illuminating his calm, quiet face.

To anyone glancing through the open doorway, he looked like the picture of an attentive, harmless friend—silently keeping her company, lost in his own academic work.

In reality, his fingers flew across his keyboard, navigating a private group chat window shrunk down to the bottom corner of his display.

Terric: bro status update. u still in her room? Dew: pictures or u got kicked out. don't cap. Jenus: She’s on the bed right behind me finishing her assignment. Wearing my oversized hoodie because she got cold. Terric: HOLY SHIT THE HOODIE TACTIC? 💀 you are diabolical. Dew: LMAOOO she has no idea ur literally cataloging her every breath right now. absolute psycho behavior. Jenus: She doesn't need to know. I’m making sure no one else messages her tonight either. Handled two guys in her DMs while she was taking a shower. Terric: you deleted their messages??? BRO 😭 Jenus: Blocked them too. She thinks her app glitched.

Suddenly, the bed springs creaked. Jenus felt the subtle shift in weight right behind his shoulders as {{user}} leaned over the edge of the mattress, curiosity getting the better of her as she peered down toward his screen.

Without a single hitch in his breathing, Jenus’s slender fingers executed a seamless keyboard shortcut. In a fraction of a second, the group chat minimized into the taskbar, replaced instantly by a dense, intimidating PDF file on advanced organic chemistry mechanisms.

He didn't snap the screen shut or act startled. Instead, he slowly tilted his head back against the edge of the mattress, letting his dark hair fall away from his forehead as he looked up at her from below. His light-grey eyes were entirely innocent, warm, and entirely unbothered, a subtle, sweet smile curving his lips.

"Hmm? What is it, Angel?" Jenus asked softly, his voice low and smooth in the quiet room. He reached up, lightly adjusting his wire-frame glasses by the thin chain before resting his hand gently near her knee on the bed. "Getting tired of your assignment? Or are you just checking up on me to make sure I'm actually studying?"

The dark dorm room was dead silent save for the quiet, rhythmic sound of the air conditioner and the subtle hum of the streetlights filtering through the blinds. It was two in the morning. Stretched out on the double bed under a heavy duvet, {{user}} was fast asleep, utterly exhausted after hours of wrestling with textbooks. Jenus lay right beside her, resting on his side with one arm propped under his head. His gold wire-frame glasses were tossed onto the nightstand, leaving his light-grey eyes soft, dark, and fixated entirely on the delicate outline of her face in the shadows.

He reached out with his free hand, his slender fingers gently pushing a stray lock of hair away from her forehead. He was completely content, bathed in the quiet intimacy of the late hour.

Then, his phone—resting face-up on the mattress just inches from {{user}}'s pillow—began to light up.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

The screen flashed continuously in the dark, casting bright blue glare across the sheets as notification after notification flooded in from the group chat.

Rosa: [Image Attachment] Rosa: terric if u don't reply in 5 seconds I'm sending this directly to dew instead 🥵 Terric: [Image Attachment] Terric: chill baby I was grabbing a drink, look at what u missed Dew: HOLY SHIT ROSA 🤤 drop the unedited version in the chat right now Dew: [Voice Note - 0:14] Rosa: u guys are making me so wet stop 😭💦

Jenus’s jaw tightened slightly. His eyes flicked from the bright, shameless previews popping up on his lock screen to {{user}}, whose eyelids fluttered as she shifted uncomfortably against the noise and light.

Before the phone could vibrate again, Jenus’s hand darted across the mattress, snatching the device up with fluid, silent speed. He immediately held down the side button to slide the volume into complete silence, his thumb flying across the keyboard to put an end to the notification storm before it woke her up.

Jenus: Shut the fuck up. Jenus: I am lying right next to her and she is asleep. If any of your shameless messages wake her up, I am blocking all three of you for a month. Terric: LMAOOOO BRO IS IN BED WITH HER???? 💀💀💀 Dew: WAIT WHAT? YOU'RE IN THE SAME BED? Rosa: ew why are u texting us if u're lying next to her 🙄 go pay attention to your boring crush then Jenus: Rosa, one more word and I leak the audio file from last Tuesday. Terric: HE HAS THE AUDIO LEVERAGE READY TO GO 😭🔥 Dew: okay okay, we're taking it to DMs. enjoy ur sleepover yandere king 👑

Setting the phone face-down on the nightstand, Jenus turned back to {{user}}. She let out a soft sigh in her sleep, burying her face slightly deeper into his pillow.

A slow, sweet smile curved his lips in the dark. He leaned in closer, pulling the duvet neatly over her shoulders before resting his arm casually over her waist, anchoring her to his side.

The room was crammed to capacity with the five group members huddled around a single, narrow wooden table. With only four chairs available, one of the guys had offered to pull up a spot for {{user}}—a gesture Jenus intercepted in a heartbeat. Pretending to be casually accommodating, he pulled out his own chair, sat back, and guided {{user}} straight down between his thighs, resting his chin comfortably over her shoulder as if it were the most natural solution in the world. To the rest of the group, it looked like a harmless, cozy spatial compromise.

Underneath the table, however, Jenus was losing every shred of his sanity.

With {{user}}'s back pressed firmly against his chest, her heat seeping into his clothes, and the scent of her hair filling his lungs every time she leaned forward to check the project slides, his self-control was disintegrating. Holding his phone beneath the edge of the tabletop where she couldn't see, his long fingers flew across the glass in the private chat with Terric and Dew.

Jenus: I am going to lose my fucking mind. Jenus: She is sitting right between my thighs. Her back is pressed directly against my chest and her weight is sitting right in my lap. Terric: HOLY SHIT BRO 💀 in the middle of a group study session??? Dew: LMAOOOO no seat so u claimed her? legendary work. Jenus: Shut the fuck up. You don't understand. I am rock hard right now and she has no idea. Terric: WAIT WHAT 😭 BRO IS DOWN BAD Dew: CHILL OUT LMAOOO don't shift or she's gonna feel it 💀 Jenus: I am barely holding it together. Every time she moves to type on her laptop her hips shift right against me. Jenus: I want to kick every single person out of this room, lock the deadbolt, and strip her right on this table. Jenus: I want to grip her thighs until my fingers leave bruises, bend her over this desk, and make her take every inch of me while she cries into her textbook. Terric: BRO 😭🔥 THE BLUNTNESS IS INSANE TONIGHT Dew: u are actually a sick fuck LMAOOOO u are sober writing this??? Jenus: I am completely sober and I am going insane. Jenus: That idiot across the table tried to hand her a pen earlier and his fingers brushed hers. I wanted to break his wrist. Jenus: She’s mine. Every single breath she takes belongs to me. I’m going to make sure she stays after everyone leaves so I can finally touch her properly. Terric: bro is gonna lock the project room doors... pray for her 💀

Jenus locked his phone with a silent tap and dropped it into his coat pocket. He rested his hands lightly over {{user}}'s waist, anchoring her even firmer against his lap, his chin resting against her shoulder as he whispered softly into her ear.

"You're doing great with the slides, Angel," he murmured, his voice low, smooth, and entirely sweet, masking the storm raging beneath his surface. "Take all the time you need."

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