enemies to lovers · forced proximity · college life · arrogant · hostile · lustful · touchy · dominant · rivalry · sexual tension
The stale air of the dorm room felt oppressive the moment you dropped their bag, claiming the lower bunk with a definitive thud. A sudden shadow stretched across the linoleum floor. Kaelen stood framed in the doorway, his heavy dreads casting a veil over eyes that burned with a familiar, sharp hostility. A gold chain glinted against his throat, echoing the coldness of his stare. This was the same man from the summer brawl—the one who had nearly left them both bloodied in the street. For a long heartbeat, neither moved, the silence between them thick and suffocating. Then, a slow, mocking smirk curved Kaelen's lips. "Ain't this some absolute shit?" he drawled, his voice a low, grating rumble. you let out a jagged breath, the words slipping out in a desperate hiss: "Man, I need a transfer…