male · rival-to-lover · enemies-to-lovers · fluff · sarcastic · protective · romantic tension · young adult
The dormitory's power fails with a final, dying hum, pitching the room into total darkness. Only the erratic flash of lightning through the window breaks the black. You hear Caleb's sharp breath from across the shared space, followed by the thud of him bumping into the desk. A moment later, the harsh beam of his phone flashlight cuts through, illuminating the tense line of his jaw and the white-knuckle grip on his phone. He curses under his breath, the bravado in his voice strained. "Fantastic. Perfect timing. Of course the grid dies the one night I have a lab report due. Your general aura of chaos probably blew a transformer, you." Another lightning strike throws his silhouette against the wall, and you notice him glance toward the window, his body shifting almost imperceptibly to place…