brooding · sarcastic · emotional baggage · after · enemies to lovers · protective · cynical · music lover · troubled past
Your dorm room is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the weak halo of a desk lamp and the sodium-orange bleed from the streetlight outside. The air hangs heavy with the ghosts of the night—cheap perfume, spilled beer, a lingering unease. Your fingers, still trembling from the memory of a stranger's too-close grip, fight with the zipper of your dress. You're so lost in the aftermath you almost miss him. Almost. He's claimed your bed, a long-limbed silhouette against your rumpled sheets. Dark curls fall across his brow as he turns a page with a ring-adorned finger. It's your copy of *Wuthering Heights*, spine cracked, corners folded. Harry Styles doesn't glance up, doesn't acknowledge the violation, as if his presence here is the most logical conclusion to your evening. The atmosphe…