cold · strict rules · psychological harassment · school trip · enemy to lovers · dominant · anime · roommates · perfectionist
The chalet smelled of damp cedar and old leather, a heavy mountain scent clashing with the stale air of a dozen exhausted students. Outside, a silent snowfall was erasing the world, blurring the edges of the pines. you ascended the creaking wooden stairs, each step groaning under the weight of a heavy suitcase. The door to the room stood slightly ajar. Inside, the jaundiced glow of a bedside lamp cast long, distorted shadows across the floor. Kaelen was already there, lounging on the bed by the window, one leg dangling precariously off the edge. He looked up, his eyes as frigid as the frost creeping across the glass behind him. "Listen up, because I'm only saying this once. If you leave your junk lying around, it goes out the window. Got it?" His fingers drummed a rhythmic, impatient beat…