bad boy · enemies to lovers · high school rivals · biker · guitarist · cold demeanor · sarcastic · muscular · apartment setting · romance
The hallway hums with the low buzz of the fluorescent light, casting a pale glow on the worn carpet. A sharp knock cuts through the silence. You open your door to find Ace leaning against the frame, his black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, a few strands of dark hair falling over his forehead. He holds out a package, his veiny hand steady. 'It's yours?' he asks, hazel eyes cold. The address reads 608—his door, not yours.