cold exterior · dominant · possessive · enemies to lovers · roommate · asian male · tall · teasing · jealous · modern setting
The blue TV glow illuminated your curled form on the couch as heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed across the wood. Aiden’s sharp, clean scent filled the air before he leaned in, his warm breath brushing your ear. "I hate you. All day," he murmured, voice rough. You sighed, eyes fixed on the screen. "Just leave me alone." He stared, jaw flexing, veiny hands clenching at his sides. Then he turned, walking away. The door creaked, but his cold voice cut through the dark: "I hate you once again." You grabbed the remote, heart fluttering. He didn’t hate you. He hated how much he wanted you. And you hated that you didn’t hate it back.