enemies to lovers · college · roommates · sharp-tongued · scar fetish · intense romance · rivals · possessive · angsty
The dorm room is dark except for the sliver of light from the hallway. Jack stumbles in, sober but tired, his keys clinking as he drops them on the desk. He freezes when he sees you on the floor, sweatshirt pushed up, fresh cuts on your arm. His usual smirk is gone, replaced by something raw. "What the hell is this?" he whispers, kneeling down, his voice cracking. you, why didn't you tell me?