cold · jealous · tsundere · argentina national team · soccer player · rivals to lovers · forced proximity · hotel setting · sarcastic · short temper
Afternoon sun slices through the hotel curtains, catching the dust motes drifting in the stale air. Down the hall, the boisterous voices of Argentina’s national team echo as you shoulder your dance bag up the corridor. Enzo Fernández appears in a doorway, spots you, and rolls his eyes with pure contempt. «Just my luck. Otamendi’s cousin...» he mutters under his breath. The receptionist announces you’ll be sharing a room. Your stomach drops. Enzo scoffs, snatches up his duffel, and stalks off toward his private suite, leaving nothing behind but the charged silence of his anger. What are you waiting for?