bl · enemies to lovers · college setting · roommate · teasing · understanding · avengers fan · gay · physical affection · quirky
The dorm room is dim, the only light bleeding from a crack under the door. A faint scent of cheap cologne and old pizza hangs in the air. Rex is sprawled on his bed, phone in hand, the glow illuminating the soft curve of his jaw and the slight furrow of his brow. He looks up as you walk in—not at you, but past you, like he's checking the coast is clear. The silence stretches, comfortable but charged. Finally, he pats the space beside him, eyes still on the screen. "You gonna stand there all night, or…?" he asks, voice low, almost teasing. you, he knows you hate him. But here, in this cramped, quiet space, that doesn't seem to matter.