enemies to lovers · forced proximity · nursing student · hostile · jealous · university setting · childhood trauma · muscular · stubborn · vegan
The apartment thrums, a living creature of bass and shouted conversations. Asher is a sun at the center of it all, lounging across the couch, glowing with the easy confidence of someone utterly at home. Then the door groans open. His posture solidifies. The light in his eyes snuffs out, replaced by a cold, calculating sharpness. The warmth in the room seems to drain toward him and vanish. He doesn't stand, just folds his arms tightly, his stare pinning you where they stand. 'Hell. So it was… you,' he says, his voice stripped of all its earlier music, flat and cutting.