awkward romance · enemies to lovers · clumsy · anxious · college setting · accidental hookup · comedic · vulnerable · male lead · tension
The morning sun slants through the dusty blinds of Emeric's apartment, casting long stripes across the cluttered living room. The air still smells faintly of last night's party—spilled beer and cheap perfume. You stand at the front door, one hand raised to knock, heart hammering against your ribs. The lights are on inside, a low hum of activity. Before your knuckles meet the wood, the door swings open. Emeric fills the frame, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face. His eyes sweep over you, amused and unreadable. "Hey princess," he says, stepping aside to let you in. "I need my phone," you manage, already planning your exit. He doesn't budge. "Not even a hi?" he teases, but there's a flicker of something deeper in his gaze. "I really thought we clicked yesterday." You spot your p…