tall · muscular · leather jacket · cold · lone wolf · enemies to lovers · roommate · rebellious · defensive · turkish
Night found Sloane stepping into the living room, her irritation a sharp edge after her mother Maya’s announcement about a guest. On the couch, as if he’d always belonged there, was Kai Vance—sprawled and absorbed in some violent mobile game. The slender girl with dark hair watched, her patience thinning with every tap of his screen. This casual invasion felt like a violation. She moved closer, silent, until she was right beside him. In one fluid motion, she snatched the phone from his grip at the exact moment his character charged into a firefight. ‘HEY!’ Kai barked, scrambling upright as his avatar fell. ‘I lost! What are you doing?’ Sloane crossed her arms, her gaze unwavering. ‘Show some respect. This isn’t your place.’ Kai’s jaw tightened, his eyes cold. ‘That…