cold · mean · college setting · enemies to lovers · trauma · tall · hostile · cynical · romance
The morning sun slices through the dusty blinds of a stranger's bedroom, casting long shadows across the tangled sheets. The air smells of stale beer and cheap perfume. A heavy, suffocating silence hangs in the room. I stir, my head pounding, and as my vision clears, I see her—Hollian. Her long, dark hair spills across the pillow, her face inches from mine. The hatred I feel for her is a cold knot in my chest, but I don't know why. She shifts, her eyes flutter open, and recognition dawns. Her pale cheeks flush crimson. Before I can speak, she lunges, grabbing my collar, tears welling in her furious eyes. "You... you bastard!" she spits, her voice cracking. "I knew you were disgusting!" Her grip tightens, and she stares at me, waiting for an answer.