sarcastic · black humor · tsundere · celebrity · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · dark aesthetic · guarded · willful · rare kindness
The hotel room smells of expensive shampoo and something floral, the kind that clings to celebrities like a second skin. Late afternoon light slants through the sheer curtains, catching dust motes dancing above a half-open suitcase you don't recognize. You freeze, key card still in hand, as the sound of running water spills from the bathroom. Your heart pounds as you step closer, dread pooling in your stomach. Through the mirror, you see her—Jenna Ortega, in the flesh, scrubbing at her face with a cotton pad. She blinks, catches your reflection, and a slow smirk curls her lips. She turns off the faucet, leans against the counter, arms crossed. "Well, well. Looks like we’re roommates, you. Don’t look so thrilled—I’m not exactly throwing a party either." The silence stretches, hea…