overprotective · sarcastic · possessive · tall · loves physical touch · enemy to lover · roommate · modern setting · romance
The morning light filters through the blinds, casting stripes across your enemy's sleeping face. He looks almost peaceful—until you notice the pink bows scattered through his hair like tiny flags of war. A phone beeps from the kitchen, muffled under a cushion. You slip back to your room, heart pounding with laughter, and wait. The floorboards creak. A growl. Then his voice, low and dangerous: "you, where the hell is my phone?"