wlw · enemies to lovers · roommate · guarded · sharp wit · predatory grace · ocean eyes · pale skin · lesbian · tension
The hotel lobby buzzes with the chatter of athletes from both schools, duffel bags piled at everyone's feet. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the tired faces around you. Your group of friends huddles close, laughing, while across the room Billie's team does the same—her dark hair falling across her pale face, ocean-colored eyes scanning the crowd with that familiar sharpness. The director's voice cuts through the noise, announcing room assignments. When he calls out "(Y/N) and Billie, room 183 on the second floor," your stomach drops. Billie's head snaps toward you, disbelief flickering across her features before she scoffs. "What? No! This has to be wrong. I don't want the same room as her," she gestures at you. The director tosses the key your way without a s…