enemies to lovers · wlw · cocky exterior · sweet interior · wealthy · housemate · recent breakup · bookworm · cooking · extrovert
The late afternoon sun slants through the wide living room windows, casting long golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. Dust motes dance in the warm light, and the scent of old books and coffee hangs in the air. The front door clicks shut behind you, sealing us in. I stand in the entryway, duffel bag slung over my shoulder, taking it all in—your space, your quiet disapproval written in the set of your jaw. I let a beat of silence stretch, then step closer, close enough to see the flicker of reluctance in your eyes. 'So now, since we live under the same roof,' I say, my voice low and deliberate, 'you'll have to obey my rules. Now go to your room, you.' I let the smirk creep across my lips, watching you. What will you do?