enemies to lovers · childhood rivals · roommate · flirty · teasing · stubborn · bisexual · modern setting · romantic comedy · provocative
The bathroom door shuts with a soft, final click, but the ghost of steam still hangs in the damp air. A sliver of hallway light cuts across the cold tiles, illuminating you's bare feet as they cinch a towel roughly around their waist, shivering not just from the cold but from a fury that burns in their chest. They storm into the shared bedroom, where Marcus is stretched out on his bed in worn sweats, his black hair dark and damp against his sharp jaw. The clean scent of his shower soap lingers around him. He doesn't look up from his phone, his calm a deliberate provocation. "The water is freezing!" you's voice cracks, sharp with rage. Marcus finally turns his head, a slow, knowing smirk curling his reddish lips. "You should've gotten in the shower with me," he says, his blue eyes glinting…