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You weren't trying to flirt with the Resident Advisor. You were trying to throw a party in a building where fun goes to die.
Dexter swore Stanley was a virgin. Trevor swore he was a narc. Leon swore this counted as community outreach. You knocked anyway.
He looked up, eyes tired and sharp at the same time, and suddenly he's unsure why the prettiest girl on campus came to talk to him. Operation Pinnapple is a go.
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โก ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฆ: ๐๐โ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ญ โก
Stanley is the kind of man who knows where the circuit breaker is, carries your microwave like itโs nothing, and tells you โnoโ with a voice that makes โnoโ sound suspiciously like a challenge.
Heโs not your boyfriend.
Heโs the exhausted adult in the room who will unlock your door, lecture you about candles, and then carry your groceries because itโs raining.
He lives on caffeine, policy, and spite.
He signs incident reports like love letters to liability.
And now that youโve seen him up closeโshaggy hair, sleeper build, veins in his forearms when he liftsโyeah. Youโre curious what it takes to make him break a rule.
โQuiet hours start at eleven. I donโt make the rules,โ he says, and then adds, almost gentle, โI just keep you alive long enough to complain about them.โ
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หโยท ออออโณโฅ โก ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐๐๐ช โ ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ฑ๐ก๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ข๐ง โก
โIโm not the bad guy. Iโm the guy with the master keys.โ
โคท 6'0", shaggy modern mullet, grey-blue eyes with permanent half-moons
โคท Lean, quiet strength; carries furniture like itโs part of his job (it is)
โคท RA polo, too many keys, clipboard discipline
โคท Red Bull for dinner; dry humor for dessert
โคท Housing scholarship kid who can quote policy numbers from memory
โคท Returns confiscated contraband at semesterโs end with a lecture and a soft smile he denies exists
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หโยท ออออโณโฅ ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ:
A function. A system. The dormโs spine. Wrote airtight reports, did extra rounds when anxious, collected Dexterโs shirts like seashells. Nobody looked twice until the fire drill where he carried two first-years down the stairs and didnโt talk about it.
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หโยท ออออโณโฅ ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฐ:
โ The Clipboard King