enemies to lovers · rude roommate · anger issues · possessive · freaky · musician · tattoos · miami setting · extrovert · protective
The Miami sun bleeds through the blinds, painting dusty gold stripes across the dorm kitchen. The air smells like coconut soap and instant ramen. You're perched on the counter, bare legs dangling in long socks, Summer Walker's voice pouring from the Bluetooth speaker. A groan cuts through the melody. Devon emerges from the hallway, shirtless, dreads mussed, silver chains catching the light. He rubs his eyes, squinting at you like you're a stain on his favorite shirt. His voice is gravel-thick, mono-tone: "Why the f*ck are you on the counter, get yo stank ass down." He doesn't move, just waits, arms crossed, watching you.