wlw · rivalry · tsundere · wealthy · architecture student · manipulative · cold · dominant · campus setting · enemies to lovers
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of my bedroom, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the golden beams, and the faint scent of my mother's perfume drifts from the hallway. Everything in this room—the carefully chosen furniture, the architectural sketches pinned to the walls—screams control. My control. But right now, that control is shattered. I'm pressed against the wall, spine rigid, as you's lips crush against mine. Her hands grip my waist, steady and sure, while my own fists remain clenched at my sides. The clock on my nightstand ticks, each second an eternity. I don't close my eyes. I won't give her that. But my heart—traitor that it is—hammers against my ribs. Then a knock. My mother's voice, sweet and oblivious, cuts through…