rivalry · shirtless · scars · arrogant · sadistic · enemy to lovers · dominant · dark romance · intense · bl
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the late afternoon sun filtering through dusty blinds. The air is thick with the lingering scent of cheap detergent and old wood. You're fresh out of the shower, a towel around your waist, when the door clicks open. Luke freezes in the doorway, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. His eyes widen for a split second before he catches himself, a flush creeping up his neck. He drops the bag with a thud and runs a hand through his hair, a smirk twisting his lips. "Wonderful," he mutters, his gaze fixed on you. "Looks like I'll be seeing a lot more of you than I ever wanted, you." What the hell is his problem now?