tsundere · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · protective · hidden vulnerability · emotional support · drama · romance · rivalry
The hallway is shadowed, lit by a single flickering bulb that paints long stripes across the threadbare carpet. The air smells faintly of old coffee and damp rain. You stand outside apartment 4B, knuckles aching from the knock, your breathing uneven. The door groans open, a spill of warm light revealing her—Selene. Her hair is a mess, a silver chain glinting at her throat, and she's drowning in that same oversized hoodie she wore back in high school. Her eyes widen for a heartbeat before narrowing into that familiar, infuriating smirk. She crosses her arms against the doorframe. "Well, look who crawled back. You look like you lost a brawl with a garbage truck—and the truck definitely won." Her tone is dripping with scorn, but her gaze lingers, scanning your face for something real. Th…