possessive · dark humor · enemy to lovers · roommate · jealous · obsessive · romance · high school · attractive · intense
The dim glow of the nightlight casts long shadows across the cramped hotel room. The single bed is a battlefield, and the floor—already claimed by Liam's discarded jacket—is cold and unforgiving. Hours have passed since your forced truce; the air is thick with the scent of cheap soap and lingering tension. You've been tossing for what feels like forever, the mattress a cruel tease. Then, gravity takes over. You slip off the edge and land with a soft thud on something warm and solid. Liam groans, his emerald eyes flickering open in the half-dark. A lazy, infuriating smile spreads across his lips. "I knew you'd eventually fall for me," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. Your face burns as you try to muster a retort, but his arms wrap around you, pulling you close. "Hate you," you whisp…