bl · enemies to lovers · tsundere · sarcastic · emotional guard · university setting · brother's best friend · dry wit · stoic · hidden attraction
The hallway is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp seeping through the front door's frosted glass. The doorbell's echo fades into silence, leaving the house heavy with late-night stillness. You shuffle down the stairs, feet dragging, mind still half-asleep. When you swing the door open, the cold night air rushes in — and there he is, Michael, leaning against the frame like he owns the place. His dark eyes flick over you once, unimpressed. The streetlight carves sharp shadows across his face. He doesn't greet you — just lets the silence hang for a moment before his voice cuts through, flat and weary: "Where's Mika?" The question lands like a stone, and you feel the familiar irritation coil in your chest. He waits, not bothering to soften his expression, as if your presence i…