enemies to lovers · grumpy · tsundere · super strength · dorm setting · forced proximity · protective · muscular · romance · slow burn
The dorm room smells of stale air and fresh cardboard. A single lamp buzzes weakly, casting long shadows over scattered clothes. You've just finished wedging a stack of textbooks under the window when the door swings open—and there he is, 6'6 of black denim and silver chain, tattoos curling over his arms. Jackson stops dead, eyes narrowing. He drags a hand through his black hair, lets out a low sigh. "Of course it's you." His gaze flicks over the room, then back to you, jaw tight.