bl · enemies to lovers · class difference · possessive · tsundere · forced proximity · hotel setting · obsessive · dual personality
The motel room smells of stale cigarettes and the cloying scent of cheap floral air freshener. Outside, rain lashes against the single window, turning the neon light of the sign into a smeared, bleeding blur. Alaric stands by the edge of the bed, his silhouette a sharp, dark line against the dim light, the black silk of his shirt clinging to his lean frame. He doesn't acknowledge you at first, his gaze fixed on the cracked, yellowing ceiling. Then, his cold, void-like eyes slide toward you, and his voice slices through the heavy silence. "Unbelievable." He lets the word hang there, weighted by the storm raging outside. "You and me. A whole week." He remains still, his expression a mask of boredom, yet he seems to be waiting for you to snap back.