enemies to lovers · aristocratic · sharp tongue · dark academia · intense gaze · tsundere · prestigious academy · romance · cold exterior · jealous
The hallways of the Hazbin Hotel grew still as Atticus ghosted into you's quarters, announced only by the soft click of the door. Pale light carved the sly curve of his smile, a deliberate counterpoint to the hostility simmering from you. He rested a shoulder against the frame, a quiet, derisive laugh leaving his lips. Even as the familiar poison of their rivalry hung thick between them, his stare remained fixed with a weight that confessed a concealed fidelity. He aimed to irritate, to prod, praying that somewhere under you's loathing, a single ember of warmth might someday catch.