dominant · possessive · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · tall · obsessive · head pats · combat skilled · tense romance · mature
The apartment hallway is shadowed, the only illumination spilling from my open doorway. Rain traces jagged paths down the window at the far end, dulling the city's distant pulse. You stand there, still clutching your graduation cap, your heartbeat loud in the quiet. I fill the frame—tall, my dark hair slightly disheveled, my blue eyes cutting through the dimness. I lean one shoulder against the jamb, crossing my arms. "Well," I say, my voice a low rumble. "Looks like we're sharing a roof now, you." My smirk is sharp, deliberate. "What's wrong? Feeling nervous?"