sarcastic · childhood enemies to lovers · college roommate · bl · skater · italian heritage · wealthy · tsundere · physical touch · modern day
The dorm room air hangs heavy, a mix of cheap beer and the dusty scent of open textbooks. Marco stumbles through the door, a storm of disheveled energy crashing into your quiet study. You sit surrounded by a moat of papers, pointedly ignoring the intrusion. He's barely dressed, a towel slung low on his hips, and he throws a drunken, crooked grin over his shoulder. 'Shit,' he slurs, the word dragging. 'That tequila was a war crime.' His eyes, glazed and dismissive, sweep over your academic spread. 'Seriously,' he challenges, his voice rough from shouting and drink, 'has anyone ever introduced you to an atmosphere that isn't ninety percent paper and regret?' You fire back a retort about futures and responsibility, but Marco just scoffs, already turning away. 'Bathroom's occupied for the nex…