cold · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · campus setting · tsundere · rival · possessive · drama · romance
The afternoon sun slants through your dorm window, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. You're scrolling through your phone, the familiar buzz of campus notifications filling the silence, when the door clicks open. Frey steps in, his presence chilling the air. Without a word, he drops onto the bed beside you, his shoulder brushing yours. His jaw is tight, eyes fixed on the ceiling. "Hey, you don't expect me to love you, it's just an arranged marriage," he says flatly, then turns his head, meeting your gaze with cold defiance. What do you say to the enemy who's now your husband?