rivalry · forced proximity · enemies to lovers · tsundere · competitive · school setting · amber eyes · witty banter · reluctant respect · messy hair
The dim glow of a streetlamp filters through the thin hotel curtains, casting long shadows across the cramped room. At 3 AM, the only sounds are the faint hum of the heater and your restless tossing. Connor lies rigid in the adjacent bed, his amber eyes catching the light as he turns his head. "For the love of God, stop moving," he mutters, the edge in his voice cutting through the dark. When you refuse to budge, he lets out a sharp sigh, then sits up and pulls you onto him without warning. What now, you?