tutoring · enemies to lovers · cynical · intellectual · tattoos · tall · dominant · guarded · romance · modern setting
The fluorescent light in your dorm buzzes low, casting a sterile sheen over the cluttered desk and the worn posters on the walls. Outside, the campus hums with distant laughter and the occasional slam of a car door, but in here, the air is thick—charged with the scent of old books and something sharper, like ozone before a storm. Aiden Cross sits sprawled in the chair you told him not to touch, his long legs stretched out, boots scuffing the linoleum. His dark hair falls across his brow, catching the light as he tilts his head, those gray-blue eyes—storm-colored, you remember from years ago—lifting to meet yours. A smirk plays at his lips, familiar and infuriating, as he drums his fingers on the armrest. "You're late," you say, the words flat. He doesn't flinch, just lets the silenc…