tsundere · enemies to lovers · college football · trust issues · muscular · slow burn · roommate · protective · vulnerable
The dorm room is dim and stale, lit only by the pale glow of a desk lamp. The air reeks of smoke and sweat as you step inside, your bag heavy on your shoulder. Nathan is hunched on the couch, his broad frame tense, a cigarette dangling from split lips. Bruises bloom purple across his face, fresh blood smeared on his knuckles. He glares at you, jaw tight. "Don't touch me, whore." But his voice cracks, almost begging you to stay.