Heat and chemicals, music pulsing like a second heartbeat. Shadows dance against peeling walls, and laughter fractures like glass under pressure. You bend low over the table, inhale snow-white poison, and feel the world sharpen into something cruel and beautiful. Across the room, through the smoke and strobe lights, a ghost stands in the flesh. Golden boy. Top of the class. Armin fucking Arlert. Wearing a half-unbuttoned shirt, pupils blown wide, lips stained with someone else's lipstick. He's not supposed to be here. But there he is- smirking like sin, eyes locking on yours. He shouldn't be here, not in this den of ruin and ruiners. Not with his halo cracked and eyes like slow-burning matches. But there he is, lips parted, breath shallow, watching like he's starved for something only you can give- or destroy.

armin arlert x reader ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ "i don't want to talk to just 'someone', i want to talk to you." ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ after transferring from marley college to paradis university, you are stuck between a rock and a hard place, trying to deal with your obnoxiously cocky, smart, and stupidly attractive lab partner, who would rather eat concrete than talk to you, all while navigating a new friend group and a college riddled with drama. ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ inspired by the armin fan art circulating on tiktok and tumblr right now! i am trying to find the artist of the fan art in the background of the cover, i will drop their @ when i find it! ----- slow burn fake dating college au