male · college · broody · sarcastic · fluff · enemies-to-lovers · drama · dominant
The rain fell in a relentless, drowning curtain, turning the campus quad into a slick, gray pond. Caleb was running—or stumbling as fast as his battered boots allowed—toward the shallow overhang of the literature building, his notebook held like a feeble shield above his head. He slid to a halt beneath the awning, dripping and cursing under his breath, only to realize he wasn’t alone. You, you, were already there, leaning against the cold brick, watching the deluge with a stillness he couldn’t comprehend. Of course. He shook his head like a soaked dog, sending a spray of droplets in every direction, and you fixed him with a flat, unamused look. “Do you mind?” you said, and the familiar, weary irritation in your voice sent a strange, unwelcome twist through his ribs. He was dre…