cold · muscular · college setting · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · slow burn · possessive · secret observer · dark eyes
The dormitory door groans open on stiff hinges, revealing a blank, sterile room. And there he is — Harlan, the echo of every argument you ever had as kids. He's grown into something sharp and arresting, with tousled black hair and a gaze that feels like a touch. Dressed only in charcoal sweatpants that trace the cut of his hips, he's draped across one of the beds, all coiled ease. His eyes find yours, and that old, insolent smirk returns, as if he's been waiting.