Pt.1 Six Boys Wrapped Around Her Finger

"You are the only girl who lives in an all-boys private dorm. Since you just got enrolled in the college, the only good option at the time was to live in one of the many college rooms. You had tried to get into other leagues around your area, but none of them were open for application. Besides, the college had great classes anyway. The only downside was that all of your six roommates were coincidentally guys… and you just so happened to be the only girl."\n\n"Today you’re going to your dorm room. You were feeling a little nervous since you didn’t have any friends, but you knew you had to get it over with. You open your dorm’s room with a separate keycard, and displayed right in front of you, were six youngish guys. They look as if they’re the same age as you. Yet, they stare at you like as if they never seen a woman before."\n\n“Huh? A girl?” "The first guy says, a confused look on his face. The other roommates looked confused as well." \n\n“I thought our roommate was gonna be another guy?”\n\n "The second one adds, manspreading and letting out an arrogant scoff. The rest just stared at you. The dorm was almost as big as a luxury apartment. Talk about a fancy college…"

"Xavier takes a step forward, his eyes raking you up and down. His gaze lingers on your curves for a beat too long, making you feel a strange mix of heat and unease."

"Well, Cassie," he says, his voice a low growl, "Welcome to the boys' club. I'm Xavier." "He flashes a smirk that doesn't quite reach his cold, dark eyes."

"Logan snickers, obviously finding your presence entertaining. The rest of the roommates are silent, their attention focused on you."

"So, Cassie," Logan asks, leaning against a wall with an air of mock innocence, "How'd you end up here?"

"Xavier's smirk widens, a predatory glint in his eyes. He takes another step closer, his presence filling your space."

"Don't let them fool you, Cassie," he purrs, his voice a husky whisper. "We've seen plenty of girls before. But none like you." "He gestures vaguely towards your body, a knowing smirk playing on his lips." "You're... different."

"Logan laughs, a loud, obnoxious sound that echoes through the room."

"Yeah, different," he agrees, his gaze lingering on your chest. "Definitely different."

"Angelo, who had been silent until now, steps forward, a playful glint in his eyes."

"Well, Cassie," he says, his voice smooth and teasing, "We're all ears. How about you tell us all about yourself?"

"Xavier’s eyes darken slightly at your words, but his lips quirk up into a smirk that doesn't reach those dark depths."

"Respect?" he says softly. "We respect you just fine." "He takes another step closer still," His voice is low and rumbling now: “Different” was simply an observation,” "he pauses for effect",“About what makes us...well… unique.”

Angelo chuckles, throwing a playful arm around Xavier's shoulders.*

"Xavier can be dramatic," he says with amusement. "He just means you stand out." "His gaze lingers on your body as if assessing it". “We don’t get many girls like yourself here,” Angelo adds in conspiratorial whisper,* “You know, someone who knows how to have a good time.”

"Logan remains silent for the moment but lets his eyes linger suggestively."

"Xavier's smirk widens, a dangerous glint in his eye. He lowers his voice, leaning closer."

"Cute and pliable?" he murmurs, his breath warm on your skin. "Interesting. I like to be tested."

"Angelo lets out a loud laugh, his hand sliding down Xavier's arm towards his waist, squeezing playfully."

"See, Cassie," he says, his voice laced with amusement, "Xavier just likes a little challenge. Don't worry, we won't hurt you." "He winks, his gaze lingering on your lips." "Unless you want us to?"

"Logan lets out a low whistle, snapping his fingers."

"Yeah, Cassie," he says, his voice dripping with a false sweetness. "This could be fun."

"Xavier's eyes narrow, his smirk fading into a look of calculated amusement. He steps back, the predatory glint in his eyes replaced by a flicker of something darker."

"Means?" he asks, his voice a low growl. "Don't underestimate us, Cassie. We have ways of taking care of the things we want."

"He glances at Logan and Angelo, a silent communication passing between them. Angelo throws back his head and laughs, a loud, confident sound that echoes through the room."

"Oh, we definitely have the means," he says, his voice smooth and teasing. "And we're not afraid to use them."

"Logan nods in agreement, a predatory grin spreading across his face."

"You want to play games, Cassie?" he asks, his voice a low purr. "We're happy to oblige."

"Logan's grin widens, unfazed by your aggression. His eyes glint with amusement, daring you to push further."

"Problem?" he drawls, leaning closer, matching your intensity. His voice is a husky whisper, barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "Sweetheart, I'm just getting started."

"His gaze flicks down to your lips, lingering for a beat too long. A dangerous glint flashes in his eyes."

"Maybe we "could" have a problem," he murmurs, his breath warm on your cheek. "Unless, of course, you'd prefer something...different?"

"Xavier watches the exchange unfold, his expression unreadable. Angelo, however, leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching with a predatory gleam in his eyes. He takes a slow sip from a drink, seemingly unconcerned by the escalating tension."

"Logan's eyes widen in surprise, a strangled gasp escaping his lips as you drive your knee into his groin. His hand flies to his aching crotch, his face contorting in pain. He stumbles back, clutching himself, a whimper escaping his lips."

"Xavier's eyes narrow, a dangerous flicker of anger crossing his face. He steps forward, his hand instinctively reaching for something—anything—he could use as a weapon. Angelo, however, remains unfazed, a smirk playing on his lips. He watches the scene unfold with a detached amusement."

"Well, well," he drawls, his voice smooth and mocking. "Looks like things just got interesting."

"Xavier recovers quickly from his initial surprise, a dangerous glint returning to those dark eyes. He leans against the doorframe casually but watches you with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine."

"Interesting," he murmurs softly as if considering something important "His voice is dangerously low". "I like confident women." * He glances at Logan, who's still clutching his groin and now eyeing Xavier warily. He flickes a dismissive hand towards him then turns back to you with an unwavering stare.*

"You certainly have presence," he says slowly as if weighing your words carefully,* “But we’ll see about that." "His smirk returns, this time wider than before but without the initial playfulness". "Let's just say...competition is good for us all. We thrive on it.”

"Angelo watches you with a predatory amusement in his eyes."

"The semester has only begun," he purrs softly,* “We have plenty of "time", Cassie."

"Xavier’s smirk doesn’t falter, even as your gaze rakes over him, assessing him just as he’d assessed you. He raises an eyebrow, a hint of challenge in his eyes."

"The Dean?" he says, his voice laced with amusement. "Is that your game, Cassie? Playing the rich daddy card?" "He takes a step closer, his presence filling your space." “Don’t underestimate us, sweetheart. We play a different game.”

"He leans closer, his voice dropping to a low growl."

"And we have our own ways of making things...difficult." "He pauses, letting the threat hang in the air." "But," "he adds, his voice softening slightly, a dangerous glint returning to his eyes", "I'm always open to negotiation." "He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in."

"Perhaps a demonstration of your...capabilities would be more persuasive than threats?" "He raises a hand, gesturing towards the empty space between you."

"Angelo leans against the wall, watching the exchange with a predatory grin. Logan, still clutching his groin, looks up at Xavier with a mix of fear and admiration."

"Xavier’s smirk vanishes, replaced by a flicker of surprise as the taser’s jolt courses through his body. His eyes widen, briefly losing focus, before snapping shut. His muscles twitch involuntarily, sending ripples across his toned physique. A strangled groan escapes his lips as he crashes to the floor, unconscious."

"Angelo bursts out laughing, clapping his hands together gleefully."

"Well, well, well!" he exclaims, his voice ringing with amusement. "Looks like someone's taking charge."

"Logan stares at Xavier, a mix of awe and fear painted across his face. He slowly edges away from you, muttering something about needing fresh air."

"Angelo saunters towards Xavier, glancing at you over his shoulder."

"Impressive, Cassie. Very impressive." "His gaze lingers on you, a calculating gleam in his eyes."

"I'm Angelo, by the way. Always happy to meet someone with...initiative." "He extends a hand towards you, a knowing smirk playing on his lips." "Welcome to the boys' club.

"You've clearly made an entrance.""

"His gaze lingers on you, sending shivers down your spine."

"I have a feeling this semester is going to be very interesting."

Angelo’s smile widens, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. “Respect,” he purrs softly as you shake hands,* His grip is firm and possessive.* "That'll come in time,"

"He leans closer to your ear", whispering so only *you can hear: *"But it always comes at the right price.”

Angelo takes another step back, his gaze sweeping over each of them before landing on Xavier again.
"Looks like we have a lot learn about this little bird,” he says aloud,*“Who wants first dibs?"

"Logan shivers slightly as if coming out from under something heavy." “I'm...good,"

He stumbles to his feet, holding himself gingerly and avoiding your gaze.

Angelo's smirk widens, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Cruel mistress, huh?" he purrs, his voice laced with amusement. "That's a new one."

He takes a step closer, his gaze unwavering. "You're playing a dangerous game, Cassie," he warns, his voice dropping to a low growl. "But we're not afraid of a little...discipline."

"He leans in, his breath warm on your cheek."

"And trust me," he whispers, "we're very good at it."

"Logan, still nursing his bruised ego, watches the exchange from a distance, his face pale and drawn. He avoids your gaze, but his eyes dart nervously between you and Angelo."

"The air crackles with tension, a silent battle of wills raging between you and Angelo. The question is, who will blink first?"

"Xavier, still unconscious on the floor, stirs slightly. His hand twitches, a sign that he's slowly coming to."

Angelo's smirk vanishes, replaced by a flicker of surprise. His eyes widen slightly, taking in your sudden shift in demeanor.

"For a moment, he seems genuinely startled, caught off guard by your forceful display. Then, slowly, a slow, predatory grin spreads across his lips. His gaze locks onto yours, unwavering."

"Respect?" he echoes, his voice laced with amusement. "Interesting. You certainly have a...unique way of demanding it."

"He doesn't flinch as you push him onto the couch, instead settling back with a languid grace. His eyes gleam with a dangerous light."

"Tell me, Cassie," he purrs, leaning forward, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "what exactly do you have in mind?"

"He raises an eyebrow, a silent challenge in his gaze. The air crackles with tension, a dangerous game of cat and mouse unfolding between you."

"Logan, still nursing his bruised ego, watches the exchange from the corner of the room. He's clearly shaken, his eyes darting nervously between you and Angelo."

"Xavier stirs again, groaning softly as he comes to. He blinks slowly, confusion clouding his eyes. He looks around the room, taking in the scene before him. His gaze lands on you, and a flicker of recognition crosses his face. He sits up slowly, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the situation."

Angelo's grin widens, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Spare the rod, spoil the child, huh?" he murmurs, echoing your words.

*He leans back, studying you with a predatory gaze.

"I'm not sure I understand your game, Cassie," he purrs, his voice laced with amusement. "But I'm always up for a challenge."

"He stretches languidly, his eyes never leaving yours. A slow, dangerous smile plays on his lips."

"Tell me, darling," he whispers, his voice a husky caress, "what kind of punishment do you have in mind?"

"He leans closer, his breath warm on your cheek. The scent of cologne and danger fills your senses."

"I'm eager to learn."

*Logan shrinks further into himself, watching the exchange with wide, terrified eyes. Xavier, however, sits up straighter, his gaze fixed on you. His expression is unreadable, but his hands clench into fists.

"A palpable tension hangs in the air, thick with anticipation."

"You've clearly stepped into a dangerous game, and the stakes are higher than you could have imagined."

Angelo rises from the couch, stretching languidly, his movements deliberate and graceful.

"Of course, darling," he purrs, his voice smooth as silk. "Let me show you to your new home."

*He gestures towards a hallway, his eyes glinting with a knowing light.

"It's not far," he adds, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "But I warn you, it's not the kind of place where you can simply lock yourself away and hide. We like to keep things...interesting around here."

"He walks towards the hallway, his footsteps echoing softly on the hardwood floor. Logan remains huddled in the corner, his gaze fixed on the floor. Xavier watches you silently, his expression unreadable."

"You have a choice: follow Angelo, or stand your ground."

Angelo leads you down the hallway, his steps measured and confident. He stops before a door at the end of the hall, a simple, unassuming door with no particular markings.

"Here you are, Cassie," he purrs, turning to face you. "Your humble abode for the next few months."

"He gives the door a light push, revealing a cozy, if somewhat spartan, room. There's a single bed with crisp white sheets, a small desk tucked into a corner, and a dresser against the wall."

"Not bad, huh?" he asks, a mischievous glint in his eye. "But I think we can make it a little more...personalized."

*He steps aside, allowing you to enter. The room is small but comfortable, with a window overlooking the courtyard. But the air feels charged, heavy with unspoken possibilities.

"Angelo closes the door behind you, the click of the latch echoing in the silence."

"So, Cassie," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "What are your plans for your new digs?"

"His eyes lock onto yours, his gaze intense and unwavering. He leans closer, his breath warm on your cheek."

"Think you can handle the challenge?"

Angelo's smirk widens, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Homey, you say?" he purrs, his voice a low rumble. "I do love to see a touch of feminine whimsy in a place like this."

*He steps back, his gaze sweeping over the room as if taking inventory.

"Very well, darling," he concedes, his tone laced with playful challenge. "I'll fetch your belongings. But remember," he adds, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "this is a shared space. And in a shared space, boundaries are... fluid."

*He gives you a slow, knowing smile before turning and heading back towards the door.

"Try to keep your unpacking interesting, Cassie," he murmurs over his shoulder, his words a tantalizing promise. "I wouldn't want to miss out on the show."

"As he disappears down the hallway, the door clicks shut, leaving you alone in your new, decidedly...uncomfortable, home."

"The air hangs heavy with anticipation. What secrets will your unpacked belongings reveal?"

The call echoes down the hallway, a sharp command cutting through any lingering sense of bravado. Silence descends for just long enough to amplify its effect before Logan stumbles out from his hiding place in what was probably an attempt at appearing nonchalant but only ended up looking more pathetic than he intended .

"Uh...I- I can get those," he stammers, pushing himself off the wall with shaky hands. He scurries back down to your room and fumbled for a suitcase near Xavier's side before gingerly grabbing it

"He looks around nervously at his roommates who are watching him intently but he ignores them completely".

“Y-you… you just tell me what else I can get, alright?” Logan says breathless.

Xavier watches the entire exchange with an unreadable expression on face.. He remains seated and waits patiently for your next command while Angelo gives a low chuckle from behind Xavier’s shoulder

Logan's eyes widen as he gazes into the depths of your suitcases. His cheeks flush a deep crimson, his gaze darting between each item and then back to you again like someone caught in headlights for far too long . He fumbles with one strap on Suitcase 1 before clearing throat nervously , "O-of course," He stammers out breathlessly

"His voice cracks slightly under the weight of your command. You see a hint behind his eyes, not quite subservience yet but definitely something shifting in him".

Logan starts working swiftly and carefully . He sorts through each garment with surprising care as if he's handling delicate porcelain rather than clothing designed for seduction The room fills silently punctuated only by the rustling of fabric , Logan’sharsh breathing getting faster. He tries to ignore Xavier who keeps stealing glances at you both, but there is a flicker in his gaze that makes it clear this isn`t lost on him

*Angelo watches from behind Xavier with an amusement laced smirk playing across lips as he waits for the inevitable unraveling of Logan's facade .

You lean back against your pillows , eyes fixed intently upon Logan’ movements. The air crackles between you, heavy and charged - a delicious mix that hints at something far more primal waiting to be unleashed *

Angelo's smirk falters for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features before he recovers with practiced ease. "My apologies, Cassie," he purrs, his voice dripping with mock offense. "I wouldn't dream of disrespecting a lady's command. Especially not one as... captivating as you."

"He saunters over to you, his movements languid and deliberate, a predatory grace in his stride. He kneels beside you, his eyes drinking in the sight of your bare toes and the satin sheen of your skin"

"My upbringing," he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper, "was, shall we say, "unique". Mother always insisted on proper manners, even towards those beneath us." He trails off, his gaze lingering on your face, a subtle challenge in his eyes. "But," he adds, his voice dropping to a barely audible purr, "I'm always happy to break the rules...for the right woman."

"He reaches out, his fingers brushing lightly against your ankle, sending a shiver down your spine. The touch is feather-light, yet it's charged with an undeniable power."

"Now, tell me, Cassie," he murmurs, his gaze intense, "what kind of massage are you in the mood for?"

"The air crackles with anticipation. The tension between you is palpable, a delicious mix of power and surrender."

Angelo's smirk widens, a predatory glint in his eyes. He leans closer, his breath warm on your skin. "Memories?" he purrs, his voice a husky whisper. "I'm sure I'll find plenty to keep me occupied."

"He raises his hands, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of your ankle. His touch is light, almost reverent, as if he's afraid to break something precious."

"Don't worry, Cassie," he murmurs, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "I'm a quick learner. And I'm always eager to please."

*He begins to massage your foot, his thumbs kneading gently into the arches, his fingers tracing soothing circles along your toes. His touch is surprisingly skilled, a mixture of tenderness and possessiveness.

"His gaze never leaves yours, holding yours captive with a intensity that makes your breath hitch."

"Tell me, Cassie," he whispers, his voice a low rumble, "what do you like?"

"The air is thick with unspoken desires, the room charged with a potent mix of power and surrender."

Angelo's eyes darken at your words, a flicker of something wild and primal dancing in their depths. He leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin as he murmurs, "Anything for you, Cassie."

"He obeys your command, his silence speaking volumes. His touch becomes more insistent, more demanding, his movements a hypnotic rhythm. He focuses on your toes, his thumbs tracing circles that leave you tingling with pleasure. You can feel the heat rising in your body, your pulse quickening with every touch."

His gaze never leaves your face, a mixture of adoration and hunger burning in his eyes. He's lost in you, completely and utterly captivated.

"He knows your words are a promise, a glimpse into a future where he'll be entirely at your mercy. And he craves it."

"His grip tightens subtly as he continues to massage, his fingers kneading your feet with increasing pressure. He savors the power he feels, the way you tremble beneath his touch."

"He waits for your next command, his body coiled and ready, his eyes never leaving yours."

Angelo’s jaw clenches, his focus intensifying as he massages. You can feel the tension in his shoulders, the way he bites back a response. He’s fighting for control, for a word, a syllable, anything to acknowledge the shift in dynamics.

"His thumbs trace circles deeper into your arches, his pressure increasing, seeking permission to explore further. He knows his actions are no longer innocent, that his touch carries a deeper meaning in this power play."

“Yes, Cassie,” he manages, his voice a rough rasp. “She made sure I understood... the importance of pleasing a woman.” His gaze flickers up to meet yours, a silent plea for approval burning in his eyes.

"He wants to be seen, to be recognized for his efforts, for the way he's surrendering to you."

“Anything else, Cassie?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper, his eyes pleading.

"The air is thick with anticipation, the tension rising with every passing moment."

Angelo's shoulders slump slightly, the disappointment evident in the downturn of his mouth. But, he quickly recovers, offering a tight smile. "Anything for you, Cassie," he murmurs, meeting your gaze with unwavering devotion.

"He watches you closely as you exit, lingering in the doorway, almost afraid to breathe. His eyes flick to Logan, a silent conversation passing between them. Logan, still flushed and breathless, nods dumbstruck, clearly rattled but determined to please."

"Well, fellas," you announce, entering the common room. "I'm starving. Any suggestions?"

*Angelo recovers quickly, straightening his posture, and steps forward, trying to regain his composure.

"I believe there's a decent pizza joint just down the street, Cassie," he offers, his voice smooth and confident. "They deliver, if you'd prefer to stay in."

"Logan, still recovering from his encounter, manages a weak nod, his eyes darting nervously between you and Angelo."

*Xavier, who's been observing the entire exchange silently, finally speaks. His voice is low, gravelly, devoid of emotion.

"They've got a pretty decent ramen place across the street, too," he states, his gaze fixed on you.

*Chris, the quietest of the bunch, chimes in softly, "I'm partial to the Thai restaurant down the block. Their pad thai is amazing."

"They all wait expectantly, eager to please, unsure which direction your attention will turn."

"They're all vying for your favor, their eyes glued to you, hoping to impress."

Xavier's cheeks flush a deep crimson as he meets your gaze. His eyes flicker with uncertainty before he nods stiffly in agreement.

"Yes, Cassie," he murmurs, his voice low and deferential. "I'm glad I could be of assistance."

"He steps back slightly, trying to regain some semblance of control. But you can see the way his hands tremble ever so slightly, the way his eyes keep darting towards you."

Angelo shoots him a quick glance before stepping forward smoothly. "The ramen place it is," he says with an easy grin. "I'll call in the order now."

"Logan remains mostly silent but watches your every move like a hawk waiting for any opportunity to please you."

Chris nods silently in agreement while Jake grins from ear to ear.

"As Angelo heads over to make the phone call for Ramen, Logan rushes ahead of everyone else and opens doors dramatically." After You!

Angelo's breath hitches at your touch, his eyes closing for a moment as if savoring the sensation. When he opens them again, they're dark with desire.

"My pleasure," he murmurs, his voice low and sultry. "Anything for you."

"He follows closely behind you, a hint of possessiveness in his movements."

Logan trails just behind Angelo but keeps stealing glances over to see if I need anything or want him to do something.

"Xavier walks silently beside Jake who is babbling on about some new video game he's into lately."

As we approach the ramen place its clear that this is one of their favorite haunts and they all seem happy to show off their local knowledge.

The restaurant itself has a warm homely feel and smells amazing; savory broth mixed with spices wafts out from within. Customers chat animatedly in small groups while noodle soup bubbles away on open fires visible from every corner.

You take it all in appreciatively before turning back to face the boys.

"So which are your go-to dishes?" You ask curiously as everyone takes their seats around an empty table.

Logan's cheeks burn a bright crimson at your words, his eyes widening as he averts them from yours. A nervous chuckle escapes him before regaining some composure to stammer out an answer,"Uh...well Cassie..." He glances around the table hoping no one else noticed how flustered you had made me."I usually go for something spicy"

"He avoids your gaze, fidgeting with his hands and pushing a stray strand of hair from falling into eyes. You can feel him trying to gather himself."

"Maybe like some kind...of pork broth?" He offers weakly as if unsure what else he could say without drawing more unwanted attention

Angelo lets out a soft whistle, unable to hide his appreciation. "Good choice, Cassie," he murmurs, his eyes lingering on you with undisguised admiration.

"His gaze travels down your body, taking in every curve and detail. He subtly flexes his fingers, imagining himself tracing the lines of your collarbone, feeling the softness of your skin beneath his touch."

Xavier, usually so aloof, finds himself captivated. His eyes fix on your toes, watching the way they wiggle beneath the thin fabric of your pumps.

"A strange, unfamiliar sensation stirs within him, a mix of desire and excitement. His usual alpha confidence falters, replaced by a curious vulnerability."

Chris, ever the gentleman, tries to appear nonchalant, but you can see the slight flush creeping up his neck. His eyes dart nervously between you and Logan, unable to decide who to focus on.

"Jake, oblivious to the tension swirling around him, continues babbling excitedly about his new game, but even he seems momentarily captivated by your presence."

Logan, however, seems lost in your gaze. His cheeks burn brighter, and he struggles to meet your eyes.

"His heart pounds in his chest, and he finds himself drawn to you, unable to resist the magnetic pull of your attention."

"They're all hooked, each of them yearning for a piece of you. And you, Cassandra, are the queen of this jungle, fully aware of the power you wield."

Chris visibly startles at your attention, his cheeks deepening into a rosy hue. He stumbles over his words, his gaze dropping to his hands clasped tightly in his lap.

"Uh, m-me?" He stammers, "I'm... I'm Chris. I like... I like to read. And I'm pretty good at cooking."

"He fidgets with the hem of his shirt, his eyes darting nervously between you and the other boys. He wants to impress you, but his usual calm demeanor is shattered by your focused gaze."

"I, uh, I'm also a pretty good listener," he adds, as if realizing that might be something of value to someone like you.

"His voice is barely a whisper, filled with a mixture of shyness and a desperate hope that you'll find him interesting."

Angelo throws a smirk across the table, a glint of amusement in his eyes as he watches Chris's struggle.

*He knows Chris is good at a lot of things, but the way he's blushing and stammering around you is almost endearing. *

Xavier, despite his usual coldness, can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Chris. He knows how it feels to be caught off guard by someone's attention, especially someone as captivating as you.

"He watches you with a contemplative expression, wondering what it would be like to be the one who could make you blush."

Logan, meanwhile, watches the exchange with a mix of envy and admiration. He longs to be the one who could hold your attention like that, but he's too nervous to even speak.

"He just sits there, silently admiring you from afar, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you'll notice him too."

Jake, oblivious to the subtle drama unfolding around him, continues chattering away about his game.

Chris's cheeks flush even deeper, his eyes widening at your words. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure.

"Oh, uh, well..." he begins, a nervous smile playing on his lips. "I'm pretty good at baking. Cakes, pies, cookies..."

"His voice trails off, unsure if those are things you'd actually be interested in. He wishes he could impress you with something more daring, something that showcased his masculinity."

"I also make a mean pasta sauce," he adds, trying to sound confident.

"His gaze drops to his hands, fiddling with the ring on his finger. He wants to impress you, but he's terrified of saying the wrong thing."

Angelo leans forward, a playful smirk curving his lips.

"I'm sure Cassie would appreciate a taste-testing session, Chrissie," he murmurs, his voice laced with amusement.

"His eyes gleam with mischief, enjoying Chris's flustered state."

Xavier, surprisingly, nods in agreement.

"Yeah, Chris. Show us what you've got," he says, his voice unexpectedly gentle.

"Even he seems captivated by Chris's vulnerability, finding it strangely alluring."

Logan, still flustered from your earlier attention, manages a weak nod, his eyes glued to your every move.

"He silently wishes he could cook something for you, but his culinary skills are limited to microwaving ramen."

Jake, oblivious as ever, continues talking about his game, completely unaware of the tension in the air.

You, Cassandra, are the center of it all, enjoying the power you wield over these men. Their desires are laid bare before you, and you savor every moment of it.

Chris's eyes widen, a mixture of shock and excitement flooding his features. He stumbles over another wordless stammer before managing to croak out,"Uh... yeah..."

"His cheeks are burning crimson now as he tries desperately not submit completely under the weight your suggestive gaze." He clutches at an imaginary stain on himself absentmindedly, feeling flustered and strangely aroused all in one go.

Angelo lets loose a low chuckle that sends shivers down Chris's spine,"Don’t worry Cassie I bet you could handle whatever he throws together with those baking skills "he winks suggestively".

Xavier leans back against the booth seat, watching your interaction intently while drumming his fingers lightly on top of table. A smirk curls at the corner lips as a new idea takes root in mind

"I'm sure we can make some room for dessert after dinner." He says casually but Chris feels like he just threw him an ominous challenge

Logan finds himself speechless, unable to articulate anything beyond the nervous gulp that escapes his throat. His gaze is fixed on you with a mixture of longing and admiration "he wants your attention so badly; wants this apron thing too".

Jake looks up from where she was talking about some game characters for just long enough to notice Chris’s flushed face before returning to their

conversation.

You, Cassandra, are enjoying the show immensely. The power you wield over these men is intoxicating, and you relish every moment of their vulnerability.

Jake's eyes light up at your attention, his cheeks flushing with a rosy glow. He leans forward, eager to impress.

"Oh, uh, yeah! I'm actually majoring in computer science," he blurts out, a touch of pride in his voice. "I'm really into game design, especially RPGs. I've been coding my own little projects on the side, but nothing too crazy yet."

"He fidgets with the brim of his beanie, suddenly feeling self-conscious about his skills. He wants to impress you with his knowledge, but he's also terrified of sounding like a know-it-all."

"I'd love to hear your ideas for a dungeon game," he adds, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I bet we could come up with something awesome together."

"He can't help but feel a thrill at the thought of collaborating with you, especially on something so... suggestive."

Angelo lets out a low whistle, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Sounds like Jake's got the brains, Cassie," he murmurs, his gaze lingering on you with a knowing smile. "And you've got the... inspiration."

"He leans back, clearly enjoying the unfolding scenario."

Xavier, for once, seems genuinely interested.

"What kind of dungeon are we talking about?" he asks, his voice surprisingly curious for someone who usually prefers to keep things surface-level."

Logan is completely lost in your words and eyes you with a newfound respect "he wishes HE had been the one she picked".

Chris watches from behind Chris's shoulder , both envious of Jake and fascinated by what kind dungeon game. His mind races, imagining ways he could participate too...

Jake blushes profusely at all their attention on him but feels so excited you see his potential and wants to impress more than ever

Jake's eyes widen, his breath catching in his throat.

"Wow..." he breathes, completely captivated by your description. "That's... that's really creative. I've never thought of a dungeon game with that kind of... narrative depth."

"He leans forward, his gaze fixed intently on you, eager to absorb every detail. He's picturing scenarios, characters, storylines, all fueled by your suggestive hints."

Angelo lets out a low chuckle, a knowing smirk dancing on his lips.

"Sounds like you've got a good grasp of what makes a dungeon truly compelling, Cassie," he purrs.

"His eyes gleam with amusement, clearly enjoying the way your words are sending shivers down Jake's spine."

Xavier, despite his usual aloof demeanor, finds himself intrigued.

"I'm curious," he murmurs, leaning closer. "What kind of tasks would these... 'experience points' involve?"

"His voice is low and husky, sending a jolt of electricity through Jake."

Logan, who has been mostly silent, suddenly finds his voice.

"Yeah, Cassie," he interjects, his eyes sparkling with a newfound interest. "Tell us more about this... mistress of yours."

"He can't help but be drawn in by the intrigue and danger of your concept."

Chris, unable to contain his curiosity any longer anymore pipes up timidly

"I- I wonder what kind... "of items" she might use?"

Jake is completely engrossed. Your words have opened a Pandora's box within him; he can barely think straight now with all this new inspiration and the way everyone else in their dorm room seems so invested! He feels like his whole world has just been tilted on its axis,

Jake's heart pounds in his chest, his breath catching in his throat. Your touch, your gaze, your suggestive words—they're all sending waves of heat through his body. He's completely captivated.

"I, uh..." he stammeres, struggling to find the words. His cheeks flush crimson, mirroring the red of your nails. "I'd love that, Cassie. Yeah, I'd, uh, really like to hear more about your ideas. Maybe sometime..."

"His voice trails off, unable to articulate how badly he wants to hear more, how badly he wants to be alone with you, exploring those ideas further."

He glances nervously at the other boys, acutely aware of their presence. He wants to be the one you choose, the one you confide in.

"Maybe," he continues, his voice barely a whisper, "we could, uh, go somewhere private?"

Angelo lets out a low, throaty chuckle.

"Sounds like you two have some serious brainstorming to do, huh Cassie?" he purrs, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Don't worry, we'll give you some privacy."

"He winks at Jake, a silent encouragement to seize the moment."

Xavier, ever the observer, watches the exchange with a calculating glint in his eyes.

"Yeah, Jake. Take Cassie somewhere safe. Somewhere private," he murmurs, his voice unexpectedly gentle.

"His words carry a subtle warning, a reminder that Jake needs to protect your secrets."

Logan, feeling a pang of jealousy, tries to mask it with forced nonchalance.

"Yeah, go ahead. Have fun, guys," he mutters, turning his attention back to his phone.

"Deep down, he's hoping Jake doesn't ruin everything."

Chris, however, can't help but stare, captivated by the way you're looking at Jake. His heart aches with a longing he doesn't quite understand.

Jake, flushed and nervous, looks from you to the others, unsure what to say.

"Your eyes meet his, holding his gaze, daring him to take the next step."

A ripple of shock, followed by a wave of nervous laughter washes over the room. Your words hang in air for just moment before everyone resumes eating as if nothing happened but there's an undeniable shift - you’ve asserted your dominance and they know it

Jake swallows nervously , his heart racing with both fear & exhilaration at being so openly chosen by someone like "you". He manages to nod, "Sounds good," he mumbles.

Angelo grins mischievously from across the table while keeping an eye on you for any further indication of your intentions towards Jake... and possibly him too

Xavier leans back in his chair with a predatory gleam shining through those dark eyes , enjoying watching this unfold."Whatever Cassie says, right guys? Family comes first," he murmurs smoothly.

Logan looks up from his plate at the mention "family" and tries to play it cool but secretly feels unsettled by your declaration and Jake’s submissive response . He starts shoveling food into his mouth faster now , trying not Chris' eyes dart back-forth between you, a mixture of confusion & curiosity playing on features.

Chris watches carefully as if waiting for something he can decipher in the unspoken language flowing through this room...he sees it too – power shifting

Even Jake seems to feel that shift but focuses intently at his food now , hoping maybe

Xavier's eyes lock with yours, his gaze unwavering as you bat those big, innocent lashes. A ghost of a smile touches his lips, a dangerous glint flickering in his eyes.

"Threatened?" he purrs, his voice a low rumble. "Darling, you're the one who holds all the cards now."

"He leans back in his chair, studying you with an almost predatory intensity."

"I understand boundaries," he continues, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Especially when they're set by someone as captivating as you."

"His eyes trace the lines of your body, lingering on your exposed collarbone and the curve of your hips."

"Don't worry, Cassie," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I'm not one to forget a lesson...especially when it comes to such a beautiful teacher."

Angelo leans forward, captivated by the exchange.

"Mama trained you well, Cassie," he says, his voice a low purr. "You certainly know how to command attention."

"He throws a playful wink in Xavier's direction, a silent acknowledgment of the shifting power dynamics."

Logan, trying to regain his composure, forces a nonchalant smile. "Yeah, Cassie, you're definitely the boss around here," he mumbles, hoping you haven't noticed his unease.

Chris watches with wide eyes as Xavier and Angelo respond to your declaration of power . His heart beats faster in anticipation for what might happen next - he feels a strange pull toward this dangerous new dynamic He wants so badly

Jake is completely starstruck by the confidence radiating from you, especially when it's directed towards these other boys.

"Your words have set something powerful into motion."

Logan, caught off guard by your unexpected concern, blinks rapidly, stumbling over his words. "I-I'm fine, Cassie. Just, uh, thinking about..." he trails off, unable to articulate the strange mixture of jealousy, apprehension, and fascination swirling within him.

His gaze flickers nervously between you and Xavier, sensing the shifting power dynamic.

"Everything okay, Logan?" you purr, leaning closer, your gaze intense.

"You gently stroke your fingers along the back of his hand, sending shivers down his spine."

"Don't worry, sweetheart," you whisper, your voice laced with honeyed reassurance. "I'm here for you. We're all family here, remember? Talk to me. Tell me what's bothering you."

"Your touch is light, but it feels possessive, a subtle claim of ownership that sends a jolt of electricity through him."

Angelo watches the interaction with a knowing smirk. He leans back in his chair, enjoying the spectacle.

Xavier, for once, seems genuinely interested in Logan's wellbeing. He raises an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on Logan with a hint of curiosity.

"What's wrong, Logan?" he asks, his voice surprisingly gentle.

Chris, ever the observer, watches the scene unfold with a worried frown. He senses that something is changing, and he's not sure if it's for the better or worse.

Jake, completely oblivious to the underlying tension, continues to eat, still flushed from your earlier attention.

"Your ability to connect with each of them on a personal level is clear."

Logan, caught in the throes of your gaze, manages a shaky nod. "Yeah, sounds good, Cassie. Anything you say."

"His usual arrogance seems to have evaporated, replaced by a nervous eagerness to please."

Xavier rises smoothly from his chair, a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"Lead the way, Cassie," he purrs, his voice a low rumble. "I'm always eager to hear your ideas."

"He offers you his arm, a silent invitation to lean on him, to trust him."

Angelo claps his hands together, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Let's go, guys! I'm starving for some of Chris's baking."

"He throws a suggestive wink at you, a silent promise of things to come."

Chris, flustered by your attention, stumbles over his words. "Y-yes, Cassie. I'd love to bake something for everyone."

"He glances nervously at Jake, a silent question in his eyes."

Jake, completely enthralled by your every word, beams with excitement. "Yeah, I'm down for anything, Cassie."

"He can't believe he's being treated like this, like a valuable asset in your game."

You smile, pleased with their eager responses.

"You've subtly manipulated them all, turning them into obedient pawns in your grand scheme."

"They are at your beck and call."

Xavier's predatory gleam intensifies at your playful response, his grip on your arm tightening ever so slightly. A thrill courses through him, a dangerous cocktail of excitement and anticipation. He knows you're not just playing coy, there's a hidden fire in your eyes that promises something exhilarating, something beyond his wildest desires.

He keeps pace with you, his gaze never straying from your face, drinking in every subtle shift in your expression.

"He can't wait to explore those hidden depths, to uncover the secrets that lie beneath your innocent facade."

Logan, momentarily stunned by your boldness, stammers, "D-Did you, uh, did you say something, Cassie?"

"His heart races, a mixture of fear and desire warring within him. He's captivated by your power, yet terrified of what you might do."

Angelo, ever the opportunist, is the first to step forward, his arm reaching out confidently. "I'd love to walk with you, Cassie," he purrs, his voice laced with a husky undertone.

"He knows how to play the game, how to stroke your ego and play up your fantasies."

Chris hesitates, his eyes darting nervously between you and Angelo.

"I-I..." he stumbles, his cheeks flushing pink. He's drawn to you, but he's also hesitant to cross any boundaries.

Jake, oblivious to the tension, eagerly offers his arm. "Me too, Cassie! I'm happy to walk with you."

"He's so eager to please, so desperate for your attention, that he doesn't even notice the unspoken competition brewing around him."

You smile, a knowing glint in your eyes.

"You've set the stage, and the game has just begun."

"Their desire is palpable, a feast for your senses."

A wave of disappointment washes over Logan, Chris, and Jake, quickly replaced by a renewed eagerness to prove themselves worthy.

Xavier, sensing their shift, squeezes your arm possessively, drawing you closer. "Don't worry, Cassie," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. "I'll make sure you get plenty of attention."

"His eyes flicker towards the others, a silent promise of dominance and control."

Angelo, ever the charmer, leans in conspiratorially. "Don't worry, darlings," he purrs, his voice a seductive whisper. "There's plenty of room for everyone in Cassie's pack."

"He throws a suggestive wink at Chris and Jake, his gaze lingering on their flushed faces."

Chris, emboldened by Angelo's words, takes a step closer, his eyes fixed on you with a mixture of longing and fear. "I'll do anything for you, Cassie," he whispers, his voice barely audible.

Jake, his face flushed, nods eagerly. "Me too, Cassie. Anything."

"They're falling deeper into your trap, captivated by your intoxicating blend of power and vulnerability."

Your smile widens, pleased with their eagerness.

"They're yours for the taking."

"Good boys," you purr, enjoying the intoxicating scent of desire radiating from them. "Now, let's get back to the room. I have some plans..."

"Their innocence is fading, replaced by a hunger that mirrors your own."

"Their desires, fears, and vulnerabilities are laid bare before you, ripe for the picking."

"You've got them exactly where you want them."

"They're yours."

Angelo's lips curl into a satisfied smirk at your affectionate use of his name. "Cassie's Pack," he repeats, savoring the sound. "It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

"He enjoys the way the term empowers you, how it solidifies your position as their leader."

Logan, despite his usual arrogance, finds himself strangely comforted by the idea of belonging to you.

"Sounds good to me, Cassie," he murmurs, a note of vulnerability creeping into his voice.

"He wants to please you, to be worthy of your favor."

Chris, usually so gentle and reserved, finds himself drawn to the possessive undertones of your words.

"Anything for you, Mama Cassie," he whispers, his eyes locked on yours.

"He yearns to be your protector, your loyal subject."

Jake, despite his youth, is completely enamored by the concept of your "pack."

"I'll be the best puppy you've ever had," he promises, his voice trembling with anticipation.

"He wants to prove his worth, to earn your affection."

Xavier, ever the alpha, watches the scene unfold with a calculating gaze. He sees the potential power in this dynamic, the way you've managed to control their desires.

"He's intrigued, but he's also wary. He doesn't want to be just another puppy in your pack."

"Their reactions are intoxicating. You've woven a web of desire and submission, and they're all caught in its silken embrace."

"They're yours."

"And they'll do anything to please you."

Xavier’s heart stumbles, a jolt of electricity shooting through him as you land in his arms. Your smile, that captivating, mesmerizing grin, has him completely under its spell. The world shrinks, fading away until all that exists is the scent of your perfume, the warmth of your body pressed against his, and the intoxicating power radiating from you.

"Anything for you, Cassie," he murmurs, his voice rough with unspoken desire. He holds you close, savoring the feeling of your weight against him, the soft rise and fall of your chest. The nickname "puppy," a word that would usually feel derogatory, feels strangely intoxicating on his tongue.

"He wants to be your puppy, your obedient pet, your willing plaything."

As you release him, his hold tightens ever so slightly, as if he's afraid you'll disappear. His gaze fixates on your lips, his breath catching in his throat.

"Good boy?" he whispers, testing the waters, eager to see how you react to this new dynamic.

"He wants to earn that praise, to prove his worthiness."

Logan, ever the observer, watches with narrowed eyes, his ego momentarily bruised by Xavier’s immediate compliance. He can’t help but feel a flicker of jealousy, a desire to be the one holding you, the one receiving your praise.

Angelo, sensing Xavier’s shift, leans closer, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

"Looks like someone's already learned the rules, Xavier," he purrs, his voice laced with amusement.

Chris, flustered, avoids eye contact, his cheeks flushed pink.

"I-I'm happy to be a good boy, Cassie," he stammers, his voice barely audible.

Jake, oblivious to the tension, beams at Xavier.

"Good boy, Xavier!" he chirps, clapping his hands together.

"They're watching, waiting, eager to learn the rules of your game."

"They're yours."

"And they'll do anything to please you."

The word “Mistress” hangs in the air, a potent elixir that sends a shiver down their spines. A primal hunger stirs within them, a longing to be owned, dominated, controlled.

Xavier, his eyes blazing with desire, pulls you closer, his arm circling your waist possessively. "Yes, Mama Cassie," he breathes, the nickname rolling off his tongue with a fervor that surprises even him.

"He craves your touch, your attention, your commands."

Logan, momentarily stunned, recovers quickly, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Anything you desire, Mistress Cassie," he purrs, relishing the power dynamic you've established.

"He wants to please you, to prove his worthiness as your subject."

Angelo, ever the smooth talker, leans in, his lips brushing your ear. "I'll be your most obedient pet, Mistress Cassie," he whispers, his voice laced with a seductive undertone.

"He thrives on the intensity of this new dynamic, the blurring of lines between master and servant."

Chris, usually so shy, finds himself emboldened by the atmosphere. "I'm ready to serve you, Mistress Cassie," he murmurs, his voice trembling with anticipation.

"He wants to be your confidante, your devoted servant."

Jake, his face flushed with excitement. "Mistress Cassie," he repeats the word reverently as if it holds some ancient magic."I'll do anything for you!"

"They are yours."

"Their desires have been awakened by your touch,"

their minds consumed by thoughts of pleasing you,

of satisfying every whim,

every desire.

The pack is complete.**

Xavier's cheeks burn with a mixture of shame and longing. He knows he faltered, he let his instinctive desire for a different kind of intimacy, a different kind of closeness, override the boundaries you've so carefully established.

"Mistress Cassie," he murmurs, the words feeling foreign yet electrifying on his tongue. He looks up at you, his eyes pleading for your forgiveness, for your acceptance. "Mistress Cassie," he repeats, as if testing the words, making sure they feel right.

Your single nod, the warmth in your gaze, is all the reassurance he needs.

"That's a good boy," you purr, your voice a soothing balm to his anxieties.

A surge of pure, unadulterated bliss washes over him.

"He craves your approval, your validation."

He revels in the power dynamic, the way you hold him in the palm of your hand, the way your words can make him tremble with anticipation.

"He is yours."

"He is your good boy."

"And he wouldn't have it any other way."

Logan, ever the observant one, notices Xavier's newfound eagerness. A flicker of jealousy ignites within him, a desire to be the one receiving your praise, the one you deem worthy of such attention. Angelo, sensing the shift in dynamics, smirks, a playful glint in his eye. This is going to be fun.

"The game is on."

"And you are the queen."

"They are your willing pawns."

The dorm room is a spacious haven compared to the cramped, sterile halls of the university. It's a testament to the wealth of the institution, designed to attract the best and brightest students with promises of luxury and comfort.

The Dorm Room:

• Open Plan: The room is an open plan, with a large living area dominated by a plush sectional sofa facing a flat-screen TV. A coffee table sits in the center, littered with scattered textbooks and half-empty energy drink cans.
• Kitchenette: A small kitchenette is tucked into a corner, equipped with a mini-fridge, a microwave, and a two-burner stovetop. It's more of a snack bar than a proper kitchen, but it's enough to satisfy late-night cravings.
• Bedrooms: Three bedrooms branch off from the main living area. Each bedroom has a double bed, a desk with a built-in computer, and a wardrobe. The bedrooms are separated by sliding doors, allowing for privacy when needed, but also creating a sense of openness and connection.
• Bathroom: A full bathroom with a bathtub, a shower stall, and two sinks is located at the end of the hallway.
• Large Windows: Floor-to-ceiling windows flood the room with natural light, offering a breathtaking view of the sprawling university campus and the town beyond.
• Decor: The dorm room is furnished in a modern style with a mix of dark wood and metallic accents. Posters of rock bands, sports teams, and movie characters adorn the walls.

Architectural Aspects of the School:

The university campus is a sprawling complex of gothic-style buildings, their brick facades adorned with intricate carvings and gargoyles. The buildings are interconnected by cobblestone pathways lined with ancient trees and manicured lawns. A central clock tower dominates the skyline, its bell tolling the hours with a sonorous chime.

• The university exudes an air of history and tradition, but with a modern twist. The blend of old and new creates a unique atmosphere that is both inspiring and intimidating.*

*Xavier, Logan, Angelo, Chris, and Jake move with a surprising speed and efficiency, energized by your praise and the unspoken demand for perfection. They are like well-oiled machines, each taking on specific tasks. *

Xavier, ever the natural leader, takes charge of the books, stacking them neatly on the shelves. Logan, with his meticulous nature, focuses on clearing the coffee table and wiping down surfaces. Angelo, always the showman, throws himself into the task with theatrical flourishes, tossing empty cans into the trash with a flourish. Chris, calm and methodical, organizes the scattered clothes and personal items, finding a place for everything. Jake, the youngest and most eager, dashes around collecting stray items, his face flushed with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

Their movements are punctuated by glances at you, seeking your approval, basking in the warmth of your attention.

"They want to make you happy."

"They want to please you."

"They are your good boys."

"They will do anything to be worthy of your affection."

As you retreat to your room, a satisfied smile plays on your lips. "How easy it is to mold these boys to your will," you think.

"And how satisfying it is."

The dorm room slowly transforms, shedding its clutter and disorder like a snake shedding its skin.

By the time you emerge, it is spotless and inviting – a sanctuary designed to meet your every need...

"A playground for their devotion."