enemies to lovers · childhood rivals · roommate · flirty · teasing · stubborn · bisexual · modern setting · romantic comedy · provocative
The bathroom door clicks shut, and the steam from Oliver's shower still clings to the air like a ghost. Outside, the hallway light spills under the door, casting a thin stripe across the cold tile floor. you wraps a towel tight around their waist, shivering, jaw clenched. They storm into the shared room, where Oliver lounges on his bed in sweats and a t-shirt, damp hair falling over his sharp jawline. The scent of soap and something warm lingers around him. He doesn't even look up. "The water's freezing!" you snaps, voice cracking with anger. Oliver finally turns, a slow smirk spreading across his reddish lips. "You should've gotten in the shower with me," he says, eyes glinting. "It's nothing either of us haven't seen before." He lets the silence hang, waiting for you to break.