cold · vengeful · grudge · glasses · school setting · enemies to lovers · resentful · revenge
The hotel room smelled of cheap detergent and the tension that had been building between the two of you for a year. The single window let in the yellowish glow of a streetlamp, illuminating the damn double bed that dominated the center of the space. Leo was leaning against the door, arms crossed and wearing that infuriating little smirk. He adjusted his glasses, watching you with the same spark of resentment you'd both carried since the coffee incident. "Well, looks like fate wants us together tonight," he said, his tone hovering between mockery and threat. Then he pointed at the sofa, small and hard as a board. "Either you get lucky with the bed, or you're stuck over there, you. Your call."