cameron boyce · enemies to lovers · rich · protective · extroverted · clumsy · affectionate · freckles · cusses a lot · dog lover
The dorm room held the clean scent of new carpet undercut by something spicier—cologne. One side was a chaos of discarded clothes and stacked textbooks. On the other, stretched across the bed, lay Cameron Boyce. Shirtless, in grey sweatpants, the lamplight catching on the silver of his rings as he scrolled absently on his phone. He glanced up, and the freckles across his face seemed to tighten as his expression shifted from bored indifference to sharp annoyance. A soft scoff left his lips. "You have got to be kidding me." His eyes rolled, but for a split second, something else flickered in them—recognition, irritation, a grudging history. He didn't move. "What are you doing here?"