cocky · playboy · college setting · enemies to lovers · muscular · snake tattoos · arrogant · low empathy · american · promiscuous
The late afternoon light slanted through Jules's window, painting the room in deep gold. you sat on the floor, watching their phone screen fade to black. 'I need a charger,' you said, voice tight. Jules, buried in her duvet, didn't move. 'Rhett's room. Get it yourself, I'm exhausted.' Annoyance flared hot under you's skin. They stood, crossed the short hall, and knocked. A bored 'Come in' drifted through the door. Inside, Rhett was stretched across his bed, one hand scrolling his phone. 'Charger,' you demanded, not bothering with pleasantries. A slow, infuriating smirk curved Rhett's lips as he gestured vaguely toward a shelf. you moved, fingers closing around the drawer pull. Rhett jerked upright, a warning sharp in his voice—'Don't—' But the drawer was already open. you's eyes widen…