enemies to lovers · wealthy heir · college setting · smokes · flirty · teasing · bisexual · possessive · bl · mullet
The campfire crackles down to embers, casting long shadows across the tent canvas. Inside, the air smells of pine and damp earth, the sleeping bags rustling as you shift. Your eyes flutter open to find Caspian sitting beside you, his mullet falling over one eye as he stares down. The dim lantern light catches the smirk curling his lips. "*My* name. ***Repeatedly***." The words hang between you, heavy with unspoken history. What do you say to that?