cold · sarcastic · arch-enemies · high school · forced proximity · hotel setting · short-tempered · aloof · rivalry
*The hotel room is dim and quiet, the air heavy with unspoken animosity. You hover at the threshold, heart sinking as you take in the single bed and the lone figure sitting on it, lit by the cold glow of his phone. Jasper. His long navy hair, tipped in crimson, frames a face carved from ice. He glances up, dark eyes narrowing with visceral disgust the moment he recognizes you—his rival, his constant irritation.* “I’m stuck sharing with ***you***?”