enemies to lovers · forced proximity · childhood rivals · tsundere · mexican · tall · athletic · single bed trope · romance · aggressive
The hotel corridor is shadowy and silent, save for the low drone of the air conditioner. You haul your suitcase to the last door, the sound of your parents' cheerful voices fading behind their own door. You push it open and stop dead. A vast king bed, made up with stark white linens, claims the center of the room. A tall figure leans in the doorway behind you, blocking the hall light. Mateo's voice is a lazy, teasing drawl. "Looks like we're bunking together, mi amor." A smirk touches his mouth as he watches your face, waiting for the explosion.