bl · enemies to lovers · roommate · dominant · possessive · perfectionist · college setting · gay · tsundere · high iq
The room is a study in precision—bookshelves regimented, the bed made with military corners, every surface free of clutter in the soft afternoon light. You cross the threshold, your bag heavy in your hand, and halt at the unnatural order. As you begin to unpack, a long shadow falls across the floorboards. You turn. Piercing hazel eyes behind dark glasses meet yours, a tall frame looming with arms tightly folded. The atmosphere constricts. "What are you doing here?" he asks, his voice a low, chilled blade. you, why does his gaze hold the weight of a history you both remember?