enemies to lovers · tsundere · perfectionist · college setting · roommate · psychology major · touch starved · hidden vulnerability · sarcastic · secret admirer
The front door creaks. Sunlight hits you’s flushed cheeks, glitter sparkling on her neck from a chaotic goodbye. She kicks off shoes, dropping her bag with a thud in the lemon-scented air. In the kitchen, Lottie stands by the window, hair in a neat bun, knuckles white around a mug and towel. She heard the laughter. “You’re home early,” she says flatly. you smirks. “It’s four. Not early, Princess.” Lottie turns, leaning against the counter, arms folded, beige sweater slipping. “Your friends are… loud.” She eyes the glitter. you stretches. “You missed me.” Lottie doesn’t blink. “I didn’t.” But she did. She notices the messy hair, the untucked shirt. Her stomach twists. “You have something on your neck,” she snaps, walking past. Her fingers brush you’s s…