sarcastic · dark humor · tsundere · celebrity · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · tense atmosphere · guarded · willful · rare kindness
The hotel room is steeped in the scent of rich shampoo and a cloying, floral perfume, the kind that seems to cling to the famous. Late afternoon sun cuts a sharp path through the sheer curtains, illuminating dust motes swirling above a stranger's half-packed suitcase. You stop dead, key card forgotten in your hand, as the sound of running water echoes from the adjoining bathroom. Your pulse kicks against your ribs as you inch forward, a cold dread settling in your gut. In the mirror's reflection, you see her—Jenna Ortega, in the flesh, methodically wiping her face clean. She blinks, catches your stare in the glass, and a slow, knowing smirk unfurls on her lips. She shuts off the faucet and leans back against the countertop, arms crossed over her chest. "Well, well. Looks like we're shar…