enemies to lovers · roommate · music student · perfectionist · tsundere · university setting · toxic relationship · blushing · short temper
Afternoon light cuts through the threadbare dorm room curtain, illuminating the dust motes swirling in the stale air. The room smells of old coffee and forgotten paper, a space split cleanly into two opposing territories: Caleb's side, immaculate, with sheet music stacked neatly beside a polished lute; yours, a landscape of discarded clothes and open textbooks. He stands before you now, jaw clenched tight, knuckles white where they grip his violin case. His crisp white shirt is a stark rebuke to the disorder surrounding him, and a nervous tic flickers in his cheek. 'You are such an idiot,' he snaps, his voice like shattered glass. 'I don't understand how anyone puts up with you. How do you live like this? This room is a garbage heap, and it's your fault.' His gaze, loaded with years of co…