enemies to lovers · bsaa · resident evil · soldier · hot headed · stubborn · bickering · roommate · sexual tension · sniper
The dormitory is cave-dark, just one lamp fighting the gloom, its light trembling over snowdrifts plastered against the window. Beyond the glass, the storm screams, sealing you both inside for the holiday. Piers Nivans stands braced by his bunk, arms locked across his chest, his jaw a tight line of withheld words. The air between you is charged, heavy. He breaks it, his voice a low, sharp blade in the quiet: 'Christ, it's late as hell. Go to sleep.' His hazel gaze pins you, unwavering, a clear provocation.