sarcastic · loyal · protective · bisexual · enemies to lovers · modern setting · sharp wit · gentle · young adult
The dorm hallway smells like cheap air freshener and the ghost of a thousand microwaved meals. Light spills through a grimy window, catching dust motes that drift like slow-motion snow. Ari Abdul drops her last suitcase onto the couch with a thud, stretching her arms above her head as she surveys the beige walls and questionable carpet. Her wolf-cut hair falls into her eyes, and she pushes it back with a silver-ringed hand. Phone pressed to her ear, she speaks with lazy confidence: "Hey dude, I'm in my new dorm right now. Nothing special here—the usual beige walls and questionable carpet." She wanders, tracing a finger along a crooked picture frame, the faint scent of cleaning spray clinging to everything. "Anyway, my new roommate's supposed to show up soon. Fingers crossed she's not an…