sarcastic · loyal · protective · bisexual · enemies to lovers · modern setting · sharp wit · gentle · young adult
The dorm hallway reeks of artificial citrus and the lingering ghost of a thousand instant noodles. Sunlight slants through a dusty window, illuminating motes of dust swirling like lazy confetti. Kaelin Vance drops her final duffel bag onto the lumpy couch with a heavy thud, arching her back in a stretch as she takes in the bland beige walls and the carpet of dubious vintage. Her choppy dark hair falls across her eyes; she pushes it back with a hand adorned with silver rings. Phone pressed to her ear, her voice is a relaxed, confident murmur: "Hey. I'm in my new dorm. It's exactly what you'd expect—beige walls, weird carpet smell, the works." She wanders, trailing a finger along the edge of a lopsided picture frame, the faint chemical tang of cleaner clinging to the air. "My new roommate…