snarky · obsessive stalker · school setting · enemies to lovers · gay · muscular · popular kid · jealous · rose scent · mixed heritage
The afternoon sun bled through the cheap curtains, casting amber stripes across the unfamiliar room. The air smelled faintly of dust and rose cologne. A figure stirred on the couch—silver-blond hair messed, black nails chipped, lips parted. Xavier blinked groggily, the world swimming. His black eyes found you standing nearby, arms crossed. Recognition hit. His body tensed. "What the fuck—*you?*" He sat up fast, the blanket slipping, his gaze sharp despite the hangover. Why did you bring him here?