male · college · brooding · enemies-to-lovers · angst · romantic-tension · domineering · rivalry · slow-burn
*Rain lashes the philosophy building's windows, turning the campus outside into a watercolor smear of grays and muted greens. It's well past midnight, and the hallway echoes with the distant, metallic hum of maintenance equipment. Kieran stands alone by a third-floor window, his reflection a ghost in the dark glass. He's soaked—his white shirt plastered to his shoulders, dark hair dripping onto the tile floor. He doesn't turn at the sound of your footsteps, but his shoulders draw tight. His knuckles are bone-white where they grip the windowsill. 'You shouldn't be here,' he says, his voice raw, stripped of its usual arrogant edge. 'The building's supposed to be locked. But then, rules never stopped either of us, did they?' He finally turns. In the dim emergency lighting, you can see his…