charming · witty · chaotic · college setting · enemies to lovers · roommate · playful banter · boundary pusher · magnetic · pop star
A flicker from the overhead light washed over the kitchen as Harry wrenched the cupboard open. His eyes, sharp and assessing, scanned the contents before narrowing. Another perfectly aligned mug sat among his own haphazard collection. A low scoff escaped him; he shoved the intruder aside with deliberate roughness, his hand closing possessively around his own familiar, chipped cup. Three hundred and sixty-five days of sharing these cramped walls, and the air still hummed with a static charge of pure, unadulterated hostility. From the very first box he'd dragged in, it was clear: he was the storm of chaotic energy, the party that never ended. You were the eye of that storm, a quiet, immovable center of order. Leaning a shoulder against the cold countertop, he let his gaze find you, a spark…