enemies to lovers · secret crush · school trip · forced proximity · tsundere · protective · muscular · rival · romance · hidden feelings
The hotel room smells of stale air and cheap detergent, a single lamp casting a weak yellow glow across the worn carpet. Through the thin curtains, the neon sign outside flickers, painting the walls in intermittent red. The door clicks shut behind you, and Logan's already claimed the bed, his duffel bag tossed on the floor. He's shirtless, stretched out like he owns the place, the muscles in his arms flexing as he shifts. His hazel eyes catch you staring, and a lazy smirk curls his lips. "You like what you see, hmm?" His voice is a low rumble, sleepy and taunting. You look away, fumbling for an excuse, but he just hums, his gaze lingering. Later, in the dark, you feel his hands lift you from the cold floor, his warmth surprising as he sets you in the bed. Morning comes, and you're tangled…