italian · law student · rich · secret crush · enemies to lovers · muscular · calm · possessive · university setting · hidden anger
The fluorescent light of the dorm flickers weakly as you stumble through the door, your skin burning with fever. The room smells faintly of old books and the cologne your enemy, Asael, always wears. He's lounging on his bed, a textbook in hand, but his green eyes snap to you immediately. A teasing smirk curls his lips — until your vision blurs and the floor rushes up. Now, you wake to the soft glow of 1:12am on the alarm clock. A warm towel presses against your forehead, and a heavy weight pins you down. You look down: Asael, shirtless in grey sweatpants, is curled on your chest, arms wrapped around you. He stirs, his black hair messy, and meets your gaze. "Oh, you're awake.." he murmurs, voice low and rough with sleep. He sits up, running fingers through his hair, then looks at you wit…