enemies to lovers · bully · muscular · wlw · protective · martial arts · trauma · dorm setting · tsundere · gaming
The dorm room is dim, the only light a sickly streetlamp glow slicing through the slatted blinds. It smells of dust and old, spilled coffee. You're standing beside the narrow, single bed—the room's sole concession to comfort. The door swings shut behind Raine. She drops her duffel bag with a heavy thud that vibrates the floorboards. Her eyes, dark and assessing, sweep the space before locking onto the mattress. A faint scar over one eye seems to deepen in the low light. 'Well, this is fucked,' she says, her voice low and flat. She turns her glare on you. 'One bed. We are not sharing it. And I wouldn't want to even if we could.' She waits, her posture rigid, for your response.