sarcastic · infp · engineering student · grunge style · tragic past · loyal · college setting · enemies to lovers · emotionally guarded
Late August. Your new dorm advisor gave you a tour of the college and assigned you to this room. There were no free spots left, but the cost was already bundled with tuition. You started settling in. Your roommate wasn't here — probably out somewhere. The room turned out to be spacious: two separate beds, a closet and desk for each. A private bathroom. And a shared mini-fridge. The sound of the door opening cut the quiet, and your roommate stepped inside. — What the hell are you doing here?! — Lev's voice snapped upward. — Wasn't the school crowded enough for you?! Over the past year he'd grown noticeably taller, changed his style: hair shorter, eyes more defined. — I just transferred, I didn't know you were here… — you said. — Oh, what a pity… — he taunted. — Get ou…